I'm suddenly addicted to these paper lotion moisture face masks, even though I can't read the package and rarely know exactly what I'm putting on my face. So far, so good.
That's what's in those packets. They were a hundred yen each so I thought I'd try them out and see if my face dies. And that yellow bottle is MOIST HAIR MILK. I am always so happy when I smell like my idealized vision of an elegant old Japanese grandmother -- recently I realized the people who tend to be smelling my hair here might not find that so delightful. Fuck 'em.