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L'Oreal Creme Gloss- Dark Chocolate (323)

I thought I'd try my hand at a product review & the product in question is the new shade 323 (Dark Chocolate) from L'Oreal.

How I
bought it: At Health & Glow

$$$:
Rs 425

Comments:
There were plenty of 'test for allergy' warnings all over the box. Was kind of hard to mis
s the warning, but I did not heed it as I had used the product (not the same shade) before. Application was easy, and the instructions are very simple and can be followed to the letter. The smell, the texture and all the tools provided were perfect, very honestly, I love using L'Oreal hair colour more because of the ease, as I can do it myself at home. After washing out the dye, the hair was also glossy and bouncy, which made me feel less guilty about colouring it.

What I was not ha
ppy with, was the end result: the colour. It was very close to the actual shade of my hair, which I'd always thought was black. The product seemed to make my hair blacker than before, as opposed to the chocolate brown that was promised. I left it on for the recommended 20 mins. I suppose it was the wrong shade for me to pick, but I was not in the mood to be too exploratory.

The good thing is the fact that I'm OK to go buy another box at Health & Glow, as the fella at the counter told me that if I were to bring the original box back (the paper box), undamaged, they could knock a Rs 100 off the next purchase.

This time though, I'm gonna go for a different colour- perhaps medium brown. Don't go for this shade if you have hair that's already black, though those who want black with rich chocolate shade reflecting, only when in the sun, can go ahead. Let me know how it turns out!

Comments

aceStreamin said…
the last blog i wud expect from u :P
Hitesh Rawat said…
casting creme.....!!!

well no experience in coloring my hair....i don't like it...when people do that....it doesn't look good.....

so which color are u putting on??
Saro said…
@ Ace: he he. We all have our inner bimbos :P

@ Hitesh: Correct, Casting creme. And the same colour is what I put on, trust me doesn't make a daym difference. So, its good for people who want the experience, without the colour.. and well end up with lighter pockets as a result of it.
acestreamin said…
must be like those guilty-pleasure songs we listen to once in a while
Mural! said…
A very hair raising post, I have no idea why i continued reading even after you mentioned it to be a review of the product!
Saro said…
Ace: Bang on.. and all those other things we do when no one is watching he he

Murali: You were taking a break from questioning the reservations for women, to learn a little about why women write about hair colour. Strangely, all the comments here are from men.. Ace, you're a guy right? I still can't connect to your blog!
aceStreamin said…
wtf......acestreamin aka anonymous aka philosopher stoned aka not a blogger :)
Saro said…
lol.. thank you for the 'clarification' he he
acestreamin said…
tht i wud end up giving more info if u still wudnt figure who i am...didnt quiet read this one :P ...loved ur other blogs though....crazy perceptions and crazier style
Saro said…
My friend from outside the bloggers meeting>?
aceStreamin said…
so u really didnt get it.....aka the friend outside the bloggers meet...yes it was me :)
Saro said…
ha ha nope. I'm the pot head, if you're the philospher stoned :)
Saro said…
and hey! welcome to the site :)
acestreamin said…
is it??...then wen do v burn the next one??!!? ;)
Saro said…
LOl. with the week's we've been happening, Im really not sure. what about you?
Saro said…
LOl. with the week's we've been happening, Im really not sure. what about you?
acestreamin said…
me just came 2day from a road trip from Kerala ... pretty muc "rich" and happening next weekend :)
Saro said…
he he he ACE, where are you? Havent heard from you in a bit.
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