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A word to the wise - PuH wears like a man caught between a heavy metal concert and a symphony concert. The opening has the volume turned way up to ď11Ē (Spinal Tap reference) with herbacous, dirty lavender smacking around in your nostrils. If you donít like lavender, go get the soap and start scrubbing. I must admit that the older (and more depressed) I get, the more I like lavender, go figure!?!?!? Anyway, the lavender pretty much tramples everything in its sight. Nobody will ever accuse Caron of going light on it. Plus it is very natural smelling. After the screaming has died down, the symphony begins to warm up. Yes, the wild lavender is leaving with a bunch groupies to catch the tourbus to the next town.
01st October, 2009