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Olive Cleanser

I have no idea why I haven’t posted a review of this product yet. It has been sitting in my archives since August and I’m almost done with the bottle.

st. ives fresh skin olive cleanser, by bitsandtreats
I was tinkering with my camera settings that’s why the dark shots

st. ives olive cleanser, by bitsandtreats

I use this cleanser every night to get rid of leftover traces of makeup. I use my Etude House makeup remover first then my Maybelline eye and lip makeup remover. I take out the oily feel with some wet wipes. The St. Ives Olive Cleanser is my final wash.

I’ve also tried using just this to remove makeup. It’s quite effective, I must say but it doesn’t take out mascaras or eye liners that well. But for foundation, eye shadows and blush, this works nicely.

It’s gentle on my sensitive skin and does not dry me out. I’ve noticed significant improvement on my skin since I started using this cleanser. I no longer get rashes after bathing so that means, my skin is not dry. The spots on my skin are gradually fading. But I believe this is not entirely because of the cleanser. Of course, there are other products that help this cleanser to make my face look and feel better.

The scent is okay. Not great, but okay. I need about 3 pumps of product to thoroughly wash my face. I don’t use this with the bubble net because it won’t foam up as much as say, the Etude House facial wash.

The St. Ives Olive Facial Cleanser costs around Php250 at Landmark. I am thinking of repurchasing unless I find another facial wash that’s interesting.
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  1. GNovember 16, 2010 at 11:22 AM

    ooh! :D looks interesting! i just ran out of facial cleansers. :) i should check this out :D

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