The smell of Provence in the Texas Hill Country… rows of an empty lavender field dusting the horizon with the color purple –Blanco, Texas
“A breeze spread ripples through the long lavender spikes and delivered a rush of lavender scent mixed with the earthy aroma of chalky soil and woody undergrowth. The smell of lavender in the field is to the lavender scent in bottled cologne what eating a fresh, ripe strawberry off the vine is to the taste of strawberry jam. Nothing manufactured can compare to lavender as God made it—sweet and hearty, potent but not overbearing.”
