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I must confess: I've actually seen this product sitting next to the sink at my dermatologist's office, so I walked into this review already a little slanted. After all, if my persnickety Dr. Skin uses it in his office, how could it be bad? But there's a reason that it's been a classic since its introduction in March 2000: it works and kicks ass just as well as Philosophy's Purity and a hell of a lot better than most of the high-end cleansers because it actually attacks the raccoon circles left by my eyelash tint or waterproof mascara. The fluffy suds dissolve makeup and grime and the pizza grease that shows up on my face after a night spent raving it up to DJ Tiesto's or Samantha Ronson's latest mixes. And for that, I will wear my Drugstore Cowgirl hat with pride. The bottle may be très boring and the scent almost non-existent, but the soap itself is pure genius.