Olive Beauty & Aesthetics Marston Moretaine

Okay, let’s be real. Finding a good beauty spot is like hunting for treasure. You dig through a lot of sand (and bad eyebrows) before you find the gold. That’s exactly how I felt before I stumbled upon Olive Beauty & Aesthetics in Marston Moretaine.

It’s tucked away, but not in a scary, “I might get lost” way. More like a cozy little secret that the locals have been keeping. You walk in, and the vibe instantly shifts from “stressful Tuesday” to “spa day.”

And the name? Olive. It sounds like something you’d spread on a cracker, right? But trust me, it’s so much better. It’s the kind of place that makes you wonder why you ever let anyone else near your face with a needle or a wax strip.

The Vibe Is Everything

Let’s talk about the entrance. I’m convinced they pump in calming pheromones or something. You step through the door, and your shoulders drop about three inches. The decor is clean, modern, but not cold—think warm minimalism.

There’s no harsh fluorescent lighting. You know the kind I mean—the ones that show every single pore you tried to hide? Nope. Just soft, flattering light that makes you feel like you’re already glowing. It’s a trap, but a lovely one.

Even the receptionist smiles like she genuinely wants to be there. Not that “I’m paid to be nice” smile. The real one. It’s disarming, honestly.

The Treatments: Not Your Average Pamper Session

So, what can you actually get done here? Everything. I’m exaggerating, but only slightly. They do facials that probably rewire your brain chemistry. I had the “Signature Glow” one, and I looked like I’d just returned from a month in the Maldives.

My skin felt like a baby’s bottom. Like, a ridiculously well-moisturized baby. The esthetician actually listened to my skin concerns instead of just slapping on a mask and leaving. She even called me out on my terrible sunscreen habits. Rude. But fair.

Then there’s the lip filler. I went in for a “natural enhancement,” which is code for “I don’t want to look like a duck.” The practitioner was so gentle, I barely felt a thing. Two days later, my lips looked like I’d been kissed by a very gentle bee.

And let’s not forget the anti-wrinkle injections. Yes, Botox. They call it “expression smoothing,” which sounds much more elegant. The result? I looked less angry on Zoom calls. My resting bitch face finally got a vacation.

Why Olive Stands Out

There are a million places you can get your eyebrows threaded or your lashes done. But Olive feels intentional. Every product they use smells expensive (in a good way) and actually works. No mystery chemicals that leave you red and blotchy.

The staff are trained, not just “certified by a YouTube course.” You can tell they care about the art of aesthetics. They won’t let you leave looking like a cartoon character, even if you beg. Thank goodness.

Also, the prices? Surprisingly reasonable for the quality. I fully expected to remortgage my house. My wallet survived the trip, and I still got to buy a coffee afterward. That’s a win in my book.

Don’t Forget the Extras

They also do massages. I haven’t tried one yet, but my friend Sarah did. She said it was “life-changing.” She also said she fell asleep on the table and snored a little. That’s the sign of a good massage, right?

And the lash lifts. If you have straight, stubborn lashes that refuse to curl, this is your salvation. I walked out with lashes that looked like tiny, perfect fringed curtains. No mascara needed. It was magical.

They even offer chemical peels for people who want to shed their skin like a snake. I’m a wimp, so I skipped that, but the before-and-after photos on their Instagram are wild. In a good way.

The Verdict (Because You Want One)

Should you drive to Marston Moretaine just for this place? Yes. Absolutely. Pack snacks for the car ride. Make a day of it. Your skin will thank you, and your confidence will get a little boost.

It’s not just a beauty appointment; it’s a reset button for your week. You go in feeling like a tired potato, and you come out feeling like a glazed donut. Crisp, lovely, and ready to be seen.

Honestly, I’m already planning my next visit. Maybe I’ll try the hydrafacial. Or the dermaplaning. Or just sit in the waiting room and breathe in that nice calm air. Don’t judge me—it’s basically therapy.

So go on. Book the appointment. You deserve to feel a little bit fancy. And if you see me there, don’t stare at my eyebrows. I’m still getting used to them being this perfect.