My aunt's name was Dorothy, crazy as a bedbug. She had this one amazing skill whistling full classical and popular tunes pitch perfect and was a minor dinnerclub sensation dressed in black and known as 'THE WHISTLER' no name revealed. She consulted those old horoscope magazines convinced her big break would come if only our many friends and no few relatives in the industry would recognise her greatness. Mention anything japanese and she would let out this JRR TOLKIEN dragon hiss because they taught them to do that at Van Nuys HS in WW2. She was a morphine addict and spent most of her life sleeping or shopping GOODWILL with her disability checks. She drank ACV and all manner of other crazy old health aids and died of cancer within weeks after my maternal grandparents passed.
A lot of these products have some good uses. But many are touted as some miracle without definitive study. I went on a tumeric kick because it allegedly breaks up plaque causing dementia. One crazy aunt is enough to put the fear of mental illness in you. My eggs were bright orange and tasted like SH** Oh, but it's in ancient ayurvedic medicine.
Then I read it can cause kidney issues and I've been fighting stones for several years.
So use it as a face and scalp scrub sparingly a few times a week so as not to muck up your skin PH.
And please, never, ever call me Dorothy!
