Product Review: Dior’s Creme Abricot
I’ve always had a fascination with beauty products of the 60’s. When I do get a chance to hit up the local flea market, I’m always on the hunt for salon relics. Old manicure kits, pressed powder compacts, lucite jewerly containers, and porcelain hands are always on my list. I have this very real dream of owning a complete vintage vanity in pastel pink with four light bulbs and triptich mirror. If today my wish came true, Dior’s Creme Abricot would be the the first item placed in my knock-off Baccarat crystal display tray along with my Mason Pearson brush.
Born in 1963, this famous nail treatment must have graced some very important vanities. I just like to imagine Elizabeth Taylor applying this as part of her nightime beauty ritual. Dior calls it a “cult muli-tasker” that “encourages nail growth, improves nail strength, and conditions cuticles.” All that being said, I didn’t want to succumb to the historical hype of this product. I simply had to try it myself.
For a product with such unremarkable ingredients, I couldn’t believe how well this worked. The main ingredients are as follows: lanolin, water, paraffin, glycerin, and beeswax (not vegan, obv). My cuticles were pretty wrecked when I began using this and after about a week, I’ve seen a significant improvement in dryness. In my mind, I file this product under the “salve” category. It’s got a very sticky gooey texture, not that that’s necessarily a bad thing. My tip is to massage it into your cuticles at night due to the stickiness of the product and, like most cuticle treatments, if you wear nail polish, use it afterward. Any kind of oily treatment is going to mess with the adhesion of nail polish or gel to your nail bed, which just means chipping and lifting. No bueno.
Recommended use: at night time bust out a pink satin robe, put some Edith Piaf on the record player, apply minty green mask of choice (preferably Queen Helene), massage Creme Abricot into the cuticles, and commence pretending that you are Sophia Loren. Who knows, maybe you’ll have turned into her by morning.