Inhale, exfoliate… repeat.
Sally Rollins, like many women, has her own beauty routine before hitting the hay. It goes as follows: Roll a fat joint, smoke aforementioned fat joint, and then liberally apply Opiat’s hemp based purifying and exfoliating face mask. What Sally does next is unusual, but we are in no place to judge another’s beautifying process. Sally puts on her silk kimono and winds her way down the grand staircase like Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard. She runs her fingers along the mahogany banister as she waves to the stuffed Bison guarding her foyer.
Once outside, Sally lights a sparkler in her hand and begins to sing the HMS Pinafore by Gilbert and Sullivan. Once finished, she will climb the old Cypress tree that sits majestically in her front yard and knit a scarf for her late husband. She will bury the scarf near the horse stables, and then begin her chanting. Around three in the morning she will make her way back to bed and fall into a deep slumber. In the morning she is an object of unrelenting beauty.
She attributes her radiance to her exotic and arduous nightly routine, but it’s really the face mask that does all the work.
