Note: Back when I was lucky enough to advise the finest trio of student jornalists [sic] ever, one of our recurring features was the haiku review. In honor of them, I'm bringing it back.
Let's get one thing straight: I am a lip balm addict. I love the stuff, and I'm on a perpetual quest for the perfect one. Currently I use Burt's Bees, but I feel about it the way Republicans do about Mitt Romney: it's okay, I guess, but I'm certainly not enthusiastic about it. (Burt's Bees Fantastically Fresh shower gel is another story; my devotion to it knows no bounds. And actually, it's body wash and not shower gel, but the phrase body wash grosses me out.) Enter Rosebud Salve. I've read a bazillion celebrities raving about it in InStyle, and I finally picked some up in Sephora the other day. It's available in a lovely, retro tin and a charmless tube; I opted for the tube because I don't want to stick my fingers in goop. Anyway, here's the verdict:
Makes my lips feel so
Fine, unfortunately smells
Like baby diapers.