Phnom Penh at Sunrise: My Nuxe Oil Awakening

Phnom Penh at sunrise: the air thick with humidity, the horns of tuk-tuks zipping by, and me, Duong Thy Hang, executive at a packed hospital in the suburbs of Phnom Penh.

My days start early in the morning with the beeps of heart monitors, back-to-back emergencies, and those sometimes weary smiles I offer my colleagues before dashing to the badminton court at the end of the day.

Yes, badminton—my therapy, my release. Three times a week, racket in hand, I smash with fierce energy, letting sweat wash away the tension. But afterward? My skin tightens, dried out by air conditioning and ambient pollution. And when I head out on a trip—a weekend in Siem Reap, or a wild escape down dusty roads to Kep and its grilled crabs—it's a recipe for skin chaos: redness, dryness, a dull complexion that betrays my short nights in a hammock.

I've always been wary of oils. In my fairly traditional family, we swear by natural remedies—aloe vera picked from the garden, glutinous rice masks. But greasy "Western" cosmetics? Heresy.

"It'll clog your pores, Thy Hang," my mother would repeat.

And me, with my combination skin that hates heavy textures, I steered clear. Mattifying creams, watery serums: nothing held up to my frantic pace. My skin was starving—chapped lips after a match, cheeks pulling post-shower, a faded glow despite my 20 glasses of water a day. I felt trapped in this active body, beautiful in theory but dull in practice.

My Discovery of Nuxe's Huile Prodigieuse

Then, during a coffee break between reports, a Franco-Vietnamese colleague handed me her golden bottle: Nuxe's Huile Prodigieuse. "Try it—it's magical, not greasy at all." Skeptical, I slipped it into my bag. That evening, after a scalding shower scented with jasmine from my Peng Huoth villa, I dared to try. Just three drops, warmed in my palms. The scent enveloped me first: a floral-woody trail, notes of magnolia and bergamot, like a secret Paris garden transplanted to Phnom Penh.

Applied to my still-damp face, neck, and décolleté, it melted quickly into an ultra-thin, invisible film. No sticky shine, just a satiny caress that absorbs in seconds. I went to bed, intrigued. The next morning? Revelation. My skin, usually pasty on waking, sparkled with hydration. The dehydration lines around my eyes—remnants of a night rereading reports—had smoothed out.

My complexion, usually uneven after badminton, glowed with perfect balance: mattified where needed, radiant without excess. I kept at it faithfully: post-shower, before bed, this three-minute ritual to close my day. A week later, the transformation was dramatic.

On my last trip to Koh Rong Sanloem—beach, sea salt, harsh sun—my skin held strong. No tightness, no flaking. Back home, my badminton teammates teased me:

"Thy Hang, did you do a Khmer spa or what? Your glow is insane!"

And at work, under the harsh fluorescents, I feel confident, radiant, with this protective barrier balancing my dry and oily zones.

What won me over? Its clean formula: 98% natural ingredients, seven precious oils—Moroccan argan, borage, macadamia—that nourish deeply without weighing down. Versatile, it fits my nomadic needs: a veil over my hair to tame it after a tropical downpour, or on my body to soothe post-workout soreness.

Ahead of trends by 45 years, Nuxe has captured the essence of effortless luxury. Today, at 2:45 p.m. on a muggy February afternoon in 2026, as I type these lines between appointments, my secret is out: the Huile Prodigieuse isn't just a product. It's my reinvented skin—vibrant, ready for the next smash, the next dusty road. If you live like me—active, traveling, seeking balance—try it. Your mirror will thank you.

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