I Apologize For The Citric Turn This Blog Has Taken
(I’ll try to raise the pH with my next post, ok?)
I haven’t traditionally been a fan of scented toiletries, particularly the baked-goods type. I don’t object to them in principle, but the execution so rarely lives up to the fruit or pastry on the label.
Yet for six months I have been obsessively slathering my legs with C. O. Bigelow’s Lemon Body Cream. It doesn’t use any synthetic fragrances, only the oil and juice of real lemons, and the scent is really something special. It reminds me of my favorite dessert from culinary school, Meyer lemon chiboust (pictured).
(A chiboust is a custardy pastry cream that’s been aerated with whipped cream or meringue; we used a mixture of the two. We flavored the base with those sweet-tart lemons, let them set in the freezer, and then brûléed the tops to get that delicate crackle.)
I wouldn’t recommend a bad product for its smell alone, so it goes without saying that this cream is greaseless and quickly absorbed. If you, like me, are one of the sour-toothed few, you should make your way post-haste to Bigelow, or order a little jar of this stuff online.