“I have the elbows of an elephant!” I called out from the bathroom, not for the first time.The usual fixes — exfoliating, moisturizing, painting the worst patches with prescription steroids, slugging with Aquaphor — weren’t working. My skin remained stubbornly, painfully chapped.Luckily for me, by the time my birthday rolled around, I’d complained loudly and often enough to make an impression on my partner. As he browsed for little indulgences at a local shoppy-shop, his attention lit on a pretty yellow tin, its contents promising to “hydrate, apaise & répare.” The store clerk assured him that this was the thing to buy for an elephantine sweetheart.The thing, bien sûr, was Féret Parfumeur Le Baume, and the store clerk was not wrong.In the months since I received this skin-saving balm, it has become my go-to for weathering rough patches. It has soothed and smoothed my appalling elbows (now, nearly as soft as les fesses d’un bébé) and a host of other skin complaints where all other remedies had failed.Here’s why I think this stuff is le baume dot caume.