Soaked, Sprayed and Scrubbed Spas promise outer beauty and inner peace. Do they deliver? Elizabeth Blackwell went on an invigorating quest to find out. Deciding I should give water treatments another chance, I try a different variation at Asha in Schaumburg. The two-story salon looks like it’s been transplanted from River North, with its modern, trendier feel (some of the staff look like models). The spa uses all natural products by Aveda and has a distinctive Indian/Asian/holistic feel. Clients are treated to complimentary hand massages and heated neck pillows while they wait. I try Asha’s Body Elixir treatment, a combination of massage and cleansing. In a dimly-lit room, Victoria energetically ribs an exfoliating scrub over my arms and legs; I can almost feel the top layer of skin being rubbed off. Victoria rinses me off, piece by piece, with a power hose, massaging the muscles as she goes. So far, so good. Next is the Vinchy shower. I lie face down as a series of shower heads attached to a long metal pole is positioned above my back – “aligned with the chakras of your body,” Victoria explains. I’m so disconcerted by the flood of water washing over my body and face that I forgot to ask exactly what a chakra is. Eventually, I give into the hypnotic rhythm of the water. Victoria finishes by rubbing my arms, legs and shoulders with an oil that gives my skin a warm rush. But it’s only when she informs me that I can get a free blow-dry – so I won’t have to face Woodfield Mall shoppers with a frizzy, wet head of hair – that I really relax.