Shiseido or how much a woman is willing to spend on stopping the inevitable!

Yes, i know, deep down I know that there is really not much anybody can do about erasing the effects of time on your skin. Yet, as a woman, I can tell you that I hold on to this hope that maybe there is a small chance if I buy a good cream and I religiously apply it to my skin.
I have always envied the Shiseido look, the smooth, spotless, ageless skin of those Asian women they show on their ads. I wanted to be like them, and the only way I could get close to that thought was by buying their products.
I am loyal to Shiseido: on the surface, I think of it as buying wine,...I love wine, I do not know what to buy, and how you define quality, so I tell myself, "this must work like many other things in life, the more expensive, the better". Of course, my logical self thinks this is a silly logic, and that wine, and cosmetics (even more than wine) are marketed that way, precisely to make you feel that way. I am an easy prey.
Deep down, however, it is not about price, but about hope, so it deals with something that pulls from me more effectively than price. I hope I get to stop time somehow.