Indulge In Chocolate Spa Treatment

As a child I hated chocolate. To me it was dark, broody, it melted in my hand and the smell made me nauseous.

Things changed in my teenage years and although I imbibed a block or two of the dark sweet stuff, it never sent me into raptures like it does other women.

Things have changed for me since I was invited to visit a spa in Umm Ramool to “have all my senses satisfied''.

My argument that I didn't particularly like chocolate held no water with the general manager of the spa who simply said: “Let me guarantee that you will have no regrets afterwards''.

The spa is quite awesome because it spreads over 10,000 square feet with rooms for every beauty activity. Large halls for henna, special rooms for spa manicures and pedicures, and rooms where skilled young women can epilate all of your body with ease.

I was led to the steam room where my date with chocolate was meant to happen. I was introduced to Laila, an Amazon of a woman who promised to be very careful with me.

But, she said if I must wallow in the full benefit of the chocolate treatment, I must give myself up to her so she could first give me a Moroccan Bath.

Half an hour in the steam room and my pores were completely opened. She then slathered me with natural Marrakech black soap and, with an exfoliating glove, scrubbed every inch of my skin, especially the rough areas of elbows, knees, heels and toes.

With my skin deeply purified by the mineral salts and ground up olive pits mixed with vitamin E, I was ready for the next stage: A full body, face and hair mask made from scented Ghassoul clay, left on for 15 minutes and then thoroughly washed off.

I have never felt so washed since my obsessive compulsive nanny washed me as a toddler.

Laila then informed me that I was ready for the stimulation of my “happiness hormone'' and promptly poured a warm mixture of melted chocolate mousse and chocolate oil all over my body.

Despite my reservations about the dark stuff I literally felt my happiness hormone crackle. It felt decadent, as the warmth of the steam room, Laila's capable massaging hands and the sensuous perfume of cocoa filled my senses.

“This is what being really sinful is all about,'' I thought.

Fifteen minutes of my muscles and bones being tweaked and I didn't want to be anywhere else. I was under a thermal blanket feeling very well, clean and quite literally ecstatic when Laila the Amazon woke me up from my reverie to remind me that she had another appointment and could I please shower off with the chocolate scrub.

I decided then I would never hate chocolate again. Instead I'd embrace it, or better still, just wallow in it till it fills my senses.

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