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Valentia Pure Glow Brightening Moisturizer


Valentia sent over their Pure Glow Brightening Moisturizer and it immediately became a favorite. If you're like me, and your skin requires a lot of attention, you'll definitely appreciate Valentia's combination of natural, organic ingredients that are both alcohol and paraben free. 
I always note the sleek, modern packaging that makes you kinda not wanna open it but always want to tear into it wildly. Love it. 

For almost 3 weeks, I've used the Pure Glow Brightening Moisturizer in conjunction with my daily regimen. No irritation whatsoever. The thick, non-oily consistency is perfect, plus the amber pharmacy jar and a fresh citrus scent make the experience all the better.

While I received this at a discount for my honest and unbiased review, there is nothing about Valentia or their wonderful products that I don't continuously appreciate. Discover what Valentia can do for your skin. Totally worth it.
Valentia Pure Glow Brightening Moisturizer - A lightweight fast absorbing cream that illuminates skin while providing all-day hydration.

This Brightening Moisturizer Will:
- Lighten dark spots
- Restore skin radiance
- Even skin tone
- Diminish fine lines
- Provide all-day hydration
- Botanical Hyaluronic Acid: Floods skin with moisture, supports skin elasticity, and plumps skin from within.

- Kojic Acid: Controls melanin production and prevents dark spots.

- Ginseng: Boosts skin firming collagen, fights wrinkles, and gives the skin a brighter and more energized look.

- Safflower Oil: Repairs skin's natural moisture barrier and provide superior skin protection.

- Shea Butter: Infuses skin with a myriad of vitamins and nutrients for superior skin hydration and nourishment.


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