Blink and You’ll See It
It could be said that the plains of South Taranaki are just that. Unfussy. Pragmatic. Cows get milked; bread gets baked; rugby gets played. The people might grumble, but they get on with the task at hand anyway It was . a stretch of belief then when Pihama Lavender started production inside , an abandoned dairy factory in 2013. Under the guidance of owner Liz Sinclair, the soil produced not grass―green, thick, lush, milk-producing grass―but lavender and, at a pinch, this place was less the provinces, more Provence. Suddenly the prospect of aromas, oils and propagation introduced a world that was frankly a little fussy, less sensible.
It is a further stretch of belief to enter Pihama Lavender in the month of May, the time around which Roger Peters’ occupies its great hall. It is best to arrive at Pihama driving down the Skeet Road―a long straight flat lane, with a
