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The Greenhouse Spa takes that spa warhorse, “serenity,” to an extreme: It is very possibly the quietest beauty retreat in the city, with the unrushed, hushed air that New Yorkers normally encounter only in museums and places of worship. Handsome blond wood walls silence the din of 57th Street, frosted glass doors slide rather than slam, and personnel pad about noiselessly. The three-floor layout is somewhat labyrinthine, but clients are escorted everywhere and invited to linger over cappuccino or cucumber water in a skylighted waiting room. Treatments focus on the face and body, with specialties in waxing (his and hers), and manicures and pedicures done in individual, TV-equipped stations reminiscent of private jet cabins. (Done up like a designer boardroom, the downstairs nail suite lends itself to ladylike polish parties.) Facials, massages, and body wraps performed in lovely mosaic-tiled treatment rooms utilize aromatherapeutic Elemis products from England and tropical Lather potions from Pasadena. These and other products are offered in a well-edited beauty boutique at street level. With its discreet, subtly posh ambiance and solidly professional, un-trendy estheticians, Greenhouse attracts East Side residents, executives, and visitors who find whispering sexy.
— Karen Tina Harrison