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D:fiance

None of the hair products I currently own work quite right with my new haircut, so I decided to try d:fi, a product that a good friend's (ex-)girlfriend and Mrs. Kennedy happened to recommended in the same week back in March. I'm allergic to the vast majority of hair products, but tales of a piña colada scent sounded appealing (one of the few products I can tolerate smells like pineapple Life Savers, and in my mind piña colada = pineapple = no problem!), so I went in search of the stuff.

I finally located a salon in Philly that sells it last night, but it was closed, so I made another trip at lunchtime today (after using a standard three-weeks-plus-past-bleaching mix of the old Phyto Pro 8 gel—why, oh why, did they change the formula on this orange-rosemary-scented wonder?—and Laminates gel and letting my hair air-dry). When I returned with a jar of d:fi d:struct pliable molding creme (and some tuna salad, tomato and mozzarella salad, and an olive roll from DiBruno Bros.), I promptly stuck my finger into the pot.

I was expecting something hard and waxy, but my finger sunk all the way to the bottom of the jar; the consistency was more like warm canned frosting. I rubbed what clung to my finger as I removed it into the palm of my other hand and proceeded to smash it into my head. It's now 30 minutes later, and I have no hair product headache, I smell delicious, and my hair looks the way I want it to (really!). Mrs. Kennedy is right: shit is miraculous.