Chey Birch, the charming Australian behind Black Chicken Remedies' Love Your Body oil, launching in February in Selfridges, immediately endeared herself to me when we met in Clerkenwell's Modern Pantry by describing my blog as "frisky". I wasn't feeling particularly frisky, as I had had rather a trying meeting coupled with a chest infection, for which Chey immediately prescribed thyme essential oil to be applied to the soles of my feet. I have yet to track any thyme oil down, but such is the mesmerising power of the Black Chicken (a legendary apothecary figure) that I intend to.
The Love Your Body oil itself is good; a blend of twelve essential oils that all do their separate things to moisturise and balance your skin. It is light, unlike some of the oils I have moaned about on these very pages that take several hours to absorb and then leave you smelling like patchouli-drenched Glastonbury knickers, and leaves your skin slightly glossy and very well moisturised, a blessing in these drab dark days of Autumn.
We had a very useful discussion about labelling; Marianna, the PR, described a visit to a beauty desk in a department store to ask about a cream that was described as "all organic". She noticed a couple of unlikely looking ingredients on the list and asked about them. "Well, nearly organic. Natural then. Or something," was the grumpy response. Organic is not an adjective; if the word has any integrity it has to be used properly, as Chey does. Natural does not mean hypo-allergenic either; millions of people are allergic to peanuts and eggs and you can't get more natural than that.
I am about to embark on a course of the body oil to see if I can sort out my skin as it is behaving very oddly at the moment. I shall let you know how I get on.
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