Charcoal. The proverbial chunk of coal pressed into a diamond leaves centuries of untold drama in its wake. Now I don’t care if that’s urban legend or gospel. I like it, so I accept it. These days truth depends on what newspaper you read or which commentator you listen to on television, so I feel free to believe anything I want. I believe coal becomes diamonds, and I have no facts to dispute it. I barely survived chemistry. Four times. You have no idea how sad I am to admit that, but it leaves me free to believe the very best about the lowly lump of coal.
What I do know about charcoal, however, excites me. Did you know that charcoal can, all by itself, pull at least a thousand times its weight of impurities from your skin? Charcoal serves as a natural filter, lifting toxins from the aggregate form. In a mask like Cackle Spackle, it lifts oil, dead cells, and debris to clean your pores and make your face squeaky clean. That just plain makes me smile.
You see, take away the jewel-toned packaging. Take away the cute name. Take away the competitive pricing. What remains cleanses, purifies, detoxifies. It is a high quality product. I tried Cackle Spackle, and let me just tell you this: If you are 68 going on 69, you do not need this mask. It lifted dirt, cleansed pores and residual oils. Probably all the residual oils I’d been storing up for a rainy day. Afterwards my skin was D-R-Y. I need a gentler mask. Envy This, a caffeinated mask, hits the spot for me. But masking? The truth is, everyone ought to mask. Yes, that means you!