Years ago, I was at a media dinner, seated near a group of girls I’d never met, when I heard the most absurd thing to ever come out of a peer’s mouth: “I haven’t washed my own hair in years,” said the woman with the shiniest locks I’d ever seen. Surely, she doesn’t mean she doesn’t wash it at all—it’s the most beautiful mane. It took me a moment to realize what she was actually saying: she pays someone to wash her hair (and blow it out, presumably). I’m no stranger to Glamsquad and blowouts, but the idea of regularly paying someone to wash my hair never occurred to me—nor did I think it was a worthwhile expense. I can shampoo my own hair, thank you very much.
All that changed last week at Face. Brow & Beauty Bar, when a nice woman named Jery introduced me to the wonders of a head spa treatment. Now, I never want to go near a shampoo bottle again. (I need to find a way to make this new addiction work financially because it was worth every penny.)
The experience is more than just a regular wash and dry—it’s all about the science of scalp care. It started with a thorough examination using a scalp-analyzing machine, where Jery checked for dryness, flaking, or any conditions needing special attention. I was two days post-hair wash with a typical amount of oil build-up, but nothing requiring extra care. For anyone worried about hair loss or underlying scalp issues, there's a high-frequency comb and meridian brush that helps stimulate growth. With nothing major to treat, we moved to the treatment area.
Curtained off from the salon’s main area, the private treatment room features a massage-style bed with a fancy sink at the end. I instantly recognized the water halo I’d seen all over Instagram and got excited. Head spa treatments vary in length and intensity; mine was right in the middle—the 45-minute “Serenity Escape” with scalp stimulation, massage, and a blend of soothing oils and shampoos tailored to my scalp’s needs.
There’s a definite ASMR vibe, amplifying the pleasure of having someone dote on your scalp. Shampoo is meticulously painted on with a small brush, section by section. Before each new step, Jery lightly tapped her fingernails on glass vessels near my ears—all while a meditative hum lulled me into total relaxation. Water halo therapy—a low-pressure hydro massage—gently rinsed away the remaining products before a proprietary dry oil was applied as the final touch.
I doubled down on bliss and opted for a blowout post-head spa. Jery checked my scalp one more time before drying my tresses, and even without pre-existing issues, the difference was noticeable. My follicles practically sparkled under the microscope, and my scalp looked visibly cleaner and healthier, even to my untrained eye.
While I’d love someone to pamper my scalp weekly, it’s just not feasible for me financially or time-wise. The treatment/combo took about 90 minutes and costs $150. But my morning at the head spa definitely opened me up to the idea of treating myself more often—if only to get one step closer to never washing my own hair again.
