I have a supremely vivid memory from when I was a kid: I?d finish dinner, take a bath, get into my pajamas, and race downstairs while my hair was still wet to watch my mom smear Pond?s Cold Cream all over her face while she sat at the vanity my dad built for her in the early ?80s. She was always wearing a white fluff-ball of a robe with matching slippers, her hair pushed out of her face. I?d sit just outside her bathroom starring in silence, and if I was lucky, she?d let me dip my fingers into the jar and take some for myself. That routine went on for the better part of my childhood until my cousin started working for a prestige beauty brand with full access to the fancy stuff. That?s when Pond?s got the boot and her vanity?once stacked with drugstore products she bought in bulk to cut costs?was lined with expensive creams and serums. I wasn?t even allowed to look at her while she put that stuff on. Fast forward two decades, and now I have an extensive skin-care routine of my own, though I generally slap on whatever product is on top of my collection with one hand while the other scrolls through Instagram, flips through a book, sorts through the laundry?anything to feel like I?m multi-tasking. But recently, I found a product that made me slow down. In fact, it made me shut the bathroom door and ask Alexa to put on smooth jazz (don?t judge me) so my boyfriend couldn?t interrupt my “me time” to brush his teeth. But it just so happens that that product?La Prai...