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to let me privately settle on a massage table before my facial treatment began. When Amy nodded yes, explain- ing that the treatment actually led with an “oil anointing ritual” on my bare back, I knew this would be no ordi- nary exfoliating and extraction routine. Then again, I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Over the years I’ve learned that nothing at The Broadmoor, or its award-winning spa, is ordinary. In fact, my custom Uspa Premium Y Facial was utterly extraordinary. One of a dozen new treatments that the Spa at The Broadmoor unveiled in early 2011, it was 90 minutes of pure bliss, all delivered via the smooth and gentle hands of one very talented esthetician. Or should I call her a massage therapist? After all, in addition to Balinese body palming—where Amy used cupped hands to press firmly on my arms and legs to highlight and release stress—I received the most exquisite facial massage with direct pressure applied by strong fingers, methodically from the chin across my jaw and bridge of my nose, above my eyes and up to my scalp. Who knew I carried so much ten- sion in my face? Of course my facial also featured more typical cleansing, exfoliating, extracting and moisturizing—all with specific products from the Australia-based company Uspa. Amy chose the particular all-natural products made with plant extracts that were most appropriate for my skin type. “We’re going with regenerative,” she told me, to help with cell renewal—a euphe- mistic way of saying that I could use some anti-aging help, stat. By the time Amy finished expertly applying the freshly scented Uspa prod- ucts, warm compresses and soothing masques on my skin, I was in la-la land. But there was still more brilliance ahead with a thorough scalp massage. It’s my favorite part of any treatment, when the therapist rubs my head and gently pulls my hair. Indeed, after an hour and a half of tender, loving care I was a limp noodle. A blissfully happy, stress-free, ultra-relaxed wet noodle. My face was glowing. My skin was rosy and dewy— the complete opposite of the dry, dull 67 broadmoor.com ou want me to start face down?” I con- firmed with my esthe- tician Amy, before she left the dimly lit room