Image via Sephora

As a card-carrying Francophile, I was first seduced by the French clay, and then by the vaguely sciency but still playful packaging. As the mask dries, your face feels like it's covered in plaster of Paris (I mean that in the best way possible), and it's hard to talk or smile...but that just let's you know it's working. And afterwards? Well, I wish my skin always looked the way it does right after I rinse off this mask. Normally too rosy, my skin seems calm and relaxed, feels unbelievably soft and my pores are actually smaller.  Yes, that's what I said, my pores are actually smaller. Vive la France!