This soap for the body, face, and hair is ultra-hydrating and suitable for all skin types, even the dullest . In addition to its creamy, velvety texture, it will delight lavender lovers!
Oils (organic canola, organic coconut, organic sunflower, beeswax), water, sodium hydroxide, lavender essential oil, dried lavender flowers, ultramarine (blue).
100 g
Claire Fontaine was born in 1740, at a time when the township of Bolton was not yet legally constituted. The only quick access route to the main road was the Missisquoi River, which crossed the valley from north to south.
The daughter of farmers and possessing unwavering determination, she was the only one of her siblings to learn to write. She wrote to her suitor, Louis Beauregard, recalling their embraces in the lavender field. Knowing that no one could read her correspondence, she indulged in a touch of bawdiness.
Growing increasingly eager, Louis didn't hesitate. On Christmas Eve, just before Mass, he asked Claire's father for her hand in marriage. The wedding was planned for the summer of 1759. Little did he know that in the spring, the English would land in the Quebec region.
To the lovers' great despair, the sturdiest men were called to the front to save New France. Louis had to leave both his sweetheart and the township of Bolton, traveling up the Missisquoi River to undertake a long journey to Quebec. After a final, passionate kiss, he promised Claire he would return soon, and that they would be married at once.
When the lavender bloomed, Claire picked countless small, fragrant bouquets. So she could breathe in its soothing scent at any time of day, she had the idea of placing sprigs in a small bag, which she slipped into her apron pocket. Once her task was finished, each evening she hurried to her rock, the highest in the district, waiting to see her handsome Louis appear.
Winter arrived, the river froze, and even though Claire had little hope of seeing her lover return on foot, in mild weather she would go back to her rock. When the snow melted, the river suddenly opened up and a landslide triggered falls as majestic as they were deadly. Claire Fontaine never returned from her rock.
During the lavender blooming season, it is said that the waterfall gave off such a strong lavender fragrance that the villagers used it as an aromatic oil. Claire Fontaine's loved ones erected a small cross adorned with lavender flowers, in honor of the lovers and their now eternal love.
