In my late 30s and for much of my 40s, I suffered badly from migraines, on account of (in retrospect it seems so clear) a super-stressful job that was too good to leave, even though I knew it wasn’t good for me. But I stayed, for years, until they kicked me out, burning this lavender candle at my desk to soothe my head, and—I’m pretty sure—completely zonk out anyone who entered my office for a meeting. But it really is the most excellent scent: strong and green and deeply sedating.
This essential oil from C.O. Bigelow is extra-powerful too.
And I don’t know if I will be able to resist these Liberty of London lavender sardines for the unmentionables drawer.
The other day, I banged the hell out of my ankle trying to move the sofa back into its space after my dog Mister dive-bombed it and sent it sliding across the floor (this, alas, is a near-daily occurrence). It hurt so much a bruise was imminent, I knew, and I bruise badly. So I went directly to the medicine cabinet and applied Herb Pharm’s arnica oil to the affected area, and it never turned purple and gross. Because I am such a bad bruiser, I have tried other arnicas, and some of them are good, but none are as effective as this stuff. It must be highly concentrated or something, I don’t know.