Wearing nothing but a baby-blue cotton shawl, the Balinese therapist leading my two-hour muladhara (root chakra) ritual beckoned to an open-topped stool placed on the floor of one of the most beautiful spas I’ve ever visited. Since plumes of fragranced steam were rising from the centre of the small stool, I instinctively sat next to it, imagining the next step would be to place my face into the swirls of warm frankincense, but it quickly transpired that this wasn’t a facial steamer at all, it was a yoni steamer and I was meant to be sitting my bare butt on top of it.
Once perched and pleasantly surprised at the sensation, a deep chanting filled the air, and I closed my eyes and succumbed to an intense head massage that quickly sent goosebumps across my entire body.
