A delicious €4.50 bowl of carrot and coriander soup with unlimited brown soda bread in a kitsch, sweet cafe next to the perfumery. The smells, oh the smells of organic lip balms, hand made flower-essenced soaps and creams, lotions and sprays. Everything packaged in neat brown paper, glass bottles and wicker baskets. Outside, bumblebees thronged in the organic flower and herb garden - a pretty, scented maze. There was a calmness about the whole place, it was all beautiful.
The drive to find it was impossible: tiny grass-hidden one-way tracks, hairpin bends and miles of isolated farmland. it was certainly worth it, though.
p.s. Melinda if you're reading this, I couldn't stop thinking of you and your family while I was there. If you ever get the chance, you must try to visit The Burren Perfumery.
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Beautiful windows into your journey and thoughts Caitie. xx
ReplyDeletea little slice of heaven. and you even had to take the road less travelled to get there...
ReplyDeleteOh Kang, this all looks so ... Irish! We're loving the view of Ireland through your eye's; it's grand to be sure! Love from all of us at PHill.
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