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Spritzing Evian Facial Spray

A lotion advocate to the core, I've always been curious about Evian Facial Spray to see if it actually holds up to its moisturizing claims. While spraying myself in the face with a canister of mineral water may sound nutty to some, it's actually refreshing and surprisingly fun. For the record, spraying other people in the face is also fun. It's water. I'm fully aware of this fact. But seeing as water makes up a significant percentage of the human body, and that on average we don't drink nearly our daily allowance, which means most of us are walking around in a perpetual state of dehydration, why not benefit from something willing to hydrate your skin. 

Even mild dehydration can drain your energy and make you look and feel tired. 

So I'll digress a bit, but it's true that every system in our body depends on water, and that includes our skin. Now, in all fairness, evian Facial Spray isn't going to flush toxins from vital organs or carry nutrients to our cells, but it will refresh, tone, and relieve parched, irritated skin from dry environmental conditions. The leak-proof canister design is ideal for tossing in a purse, the car, gym bag, or even a suitcase. You can literally take it anywhere, and unlike other water sprays, Evian Spray seals at the source so there's no risk for contaminants entering the sprayer. 

I love using it during and after my workouts because it energizes and removes impurities from perspiration. Plus, for wanderlust beach-babes, it also eliminates salty ocean water as well as chlorine and other harmful chemicals found in pool water. The exquisitely fine mist produced by evian® Brumisateur® penetrates and rehydrates the upper layers of the skin with its unique mineral balance that leaves skin looking healthy and feeling refreshed. Five stars for me all the way. 

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