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Let's get one thing straight: despite years of classical ballet training and being all Miss Priss beauty expert, I am one of the biggest slobs ever. I almost never wear white (too risky), and best intentions aside, my desk is on the unkempt side more often than not. However, one thing I will NOT tolerate is obscenely messy beauty products.

I was so excited to get my hands on Sabon's Ginger Orange Foamy Scrub. It contains the company's signature dead sea salts and ridiculously amazing-smelling essential oils, but in this newer form, they've added some soap, so that in addition to having all that oily, salty goodness, you get the pleasure of a nice lather as well.

So I finally get the little darling in the mail. It comes in a cute, old-fashioned jar, with cute, old-fashioned Scotch tape wrapped around the lid to prevent spillage. (Although alas, there is a bit of an oil spill in the bottom of the box, it's not Exxon level, so I'm willing to overlook this minor offense.) I can already tell by the smell, a heady, fresh orange blossom punctuated by an almost musky yet sparkling ginger, that we're gonna get along just fine. I peel off the drooping tape, try to open the lid, and IT WON'T BUDGE. What's more, my hand is covered in goopy (albeit, lovely-smelling), sticky oil. I wash my hands. I dry them. How can this thing manage to leak and be stuck shut at the same time?!? I attack the thing with a dry towel. Nothing. Nada.

Frustrated, I put it to the side of the sink. My boyfriend finds it an hour later. "Are you gonna do something with this thing?" he asks, assuming I'm just trying to be messy on purpose.

A day later, I finally get it open. But I'm so over it at this point. For $30.00, I want a product that doesn't give me more trouble than it's worth. The oil and salt combination is fabulous for skin, but it's invariably a big fat mess. I don't have time for that, do you?