#136 DHC

My wife, Alexis, regularly orders a box of cosmetics, creams and whatnot from DHC, a purveyor of such products made infinitely cooler by the fact that they're Japanese. I don't claim to know much about skin care but I do know this: minutes ago I was seated before this very computer, reading Twitchfilm's review of Metal: A Headbanger's Journey with a face as dry as a Saltine. Then, a ring of the doorbell and an exchange with the Fed Ex guy later, I found myself feeling moist and refreshed. Thanks to DHC Face Cream for Men my face no longer feels like a popped balloon stretched over a cocoanut.