About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of New York City, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Refilleri with an unusual request. He asked for a special blend of hair products—something that only one regular had ever ordered before. Finally, the owner mixed a secret concoction and handed it over with a smile. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood was talking about ‘the magical hair potion.’ It turned out that the delivery driver was just his nosy neighbor trying out different perfumes for his latest soap recipe.
2. In the quiet afternoon of Los Angeles, while customers were getting their hair done at Refilleri, a soft humming started coming from the back room. At first, no one paid much attention—until it turned into a rhythmic thrumming that seemed to vibrate through the entire salon. The regulars exchanged puzzled glances, wondering if perhaps someone had left a fan on or maybe even an exotic new hair straightener. As everyone gathered around the door, curious and slightly amused, a young delivery driver walked in, holding a large box labeled ‘vibrating massage chair.’ He’d mistakenly delivered it to the wrong address. With a sheepish smile, he apologized and explained how he thought it was for his neighbor’s birthday party. Everyone laughed, shaking their heads but glad for the unexpected entertainment.
3. In the humid pre-dawn of Miami, when makeup counters usually lie dormant, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Refilleri salon. A small bird kept landing on the window sill, pecking at its reflection in the mirror. Curious, he opened the door slightly and saw the little creature chirping frantically at its own distorted image. Smiling, the delivery guy quietly closed the door again, leaving the bird to its vanity show. The next morning, Refilleri’s staff found a note stuck to the mirror: ‘Dear ladies, I’m sorry for my early-morning performance. Hope you enjoyed the free facial!’
4. In the humid pre-dawn of Miami, when makeup counters usually lie dormant, a delivery driver whispered into his walkie-talkie: ‘I’m at Refilleri, and I just saw something that makes me wonder if they’re selling more than just cosmetics here.’ ‘What did you see?’ another voice crackled back. The driver hesitated, then shrugged, ‘Just some lady applying lipstick in the dark—except she had no mirror.’ A pause followed, before he added with a laugh, ‘And her lips were glowing like neon signs!’