Three bottles, lived with rather than photographed. The tub is repurchased without a thought. The other two are welcome, and their absence is not a crisis. That is a household, not a ranking designed to provoke.

The tub, CeraVe Moisturising Cream. Nightly, and occasionally on winter shins. Sleeves suffer. The face does not.

The hydrating cleanser for the dry, easily offended morning. Little foam. No tightness left behind.

The cream-to-foam when the day must be taken off. Foam, a clean rinse, nothing squeaky.

The closer product notes, should you want them: here, here, here.

The tub. The small pot is a story one tells oneself, and then one is annoyed.