I took a seat at one of the glass-topped tables—wishing for an upholstered couch instead of an iron chair—and helped myself to some lemon water and a hard candy. Too bad there were no magazines, but it was too dark to read anyway.
I had opted for the $80 Body Bronzing treatment. My technician, Megan, first gave an invigorating massage with honey-salt scrubbing solution, then applied mild self-tanner all over, preserving my modesty with discreetly placed towels. Megan was extremely friendly—maybe a bit too much; I felt compelled to make conversation when I just wanted to be quiet. At least she was sheepish about plugging the self-tanner and moisturizer. Afterward, I was free to relax in the treatment room or back in the too-dark relaxing area.
Jolie has an air of professionalism mixed with comfort: Lights are low; the decor is Pottery Barn—tasteful, with lots of sage green and taupe, tasseled pillows, and brass mirrors; and the Murad products convey dermatologic validity. Sadly, after Megan’s friendliness, I found the checkout desk a little brusque.