Tea lights and vanilla diffusers decorate almost every surface in this narrow salon—a calming setup that was all but forgotten when we were gunned down by the aloe-based spray in the Mystic My Mist booth. Obeying the British voice that directed our feet around the light-up panel was like playing Twister with James Bond, but we appreciate that the staff pampered us with lemon-scented towelettes and bottled water.