At 63, I stopped believing in the promises of vitamin C serums.
Four years, seven brands tried, over 600 euros spent. The first one turned orange in its bottle. The second made my skin sting. The third peeled under my foundation. The fourth smelled metallic. The fifth did nothing after six weeks.
The sixth cost 178 euros and turned brown like the others. The seventh had a sandy texture that was impossible to spread.
I was about to give up when Sophie, my pharmacist, handed me a sample and said, "Isabelle, this one is different. Try it for 14 days."
Eight months later, it's the only one I've repurchased three times. I won't tell you it's miraculous or that it erases your wrinkles overnight. But it does something the other seven never managed to do in my real life.
Here are the 10 specific reasons why it stayed in my toiletry bag when all the others ended up in the trash.