But while floral matter is wonderful to gaze upon, their appearance in the culinary world is a hit-or-miss for many. Their most common usages lie in infused teas and skin-calming beauty products, which I personally find to be the most fitting. The scents of charred cedar or smoky charcoal are believably more versatile when applied to cooking purposes - maple salmon and Aburi sushi are prime examples.
Nevertheless, I enjoy flowers - colourful, aromatic wholesomeness and all - especially when ice cream is involved.
(Side: "Terre" is French for "land", while "bleu" refers to the colour blue.
Navigating around the already-congested in the early afternoon hours, we managed to successfully make our way to the farm with just over an hour to explore before they were set to close at 4 PM.
Terre Bleu was situated on the east side of two one-way NB/SB lanes, immediately following one of the aforementioned sharp turns with minimal warning signs. Entering the farm would require vehicles to halt and carefully check beyond the stone boulders shouldering the gate: it was the single access/egree point and there was only enough room for one car to pass through at one time. Honestly, this was a hazard to both the vehicles attempting to depart/enter as well as those making a turn onto the quiet dead-end street.
Seasonal (presumably) summer staff guided vehicles through the gate and into the grassy parking area. This was very much appreciated for newcomers such as ourselves, especially when signage was, once again, essentially nonexistent. The team appeared rather young, yet appeared fairly experienced in directing traffic with a friendly demeanour.
The unpaved field was fairly large and could have easily contained up to one hundred vehicles, given that each was neatly parked. Thankfully, the rainy conditions and looming grey clouds seemed to have dispersed a large portion of tourists.
Columns of varying lavender bushes lined the bulk of the farm, while the admission hut, gift shop, mini photo area, and ice cream lineup consumed the remaining land.
A furry teddy with an oddly long neck and lengthy, limp limbs caught my attention with its purple nose and open back design. Pouches of the dried flower could be purchased and inserted into the stuffed animal for personal enjoyment, should one have forty dollars casually lying around for such occasions.
The flagship dessert comprised of a single heaping scoop of lilac-hued ice cream that could only be obtained once $5.50 had been reliquished to the cashier within the gift shop. Instead of tickets, receipts were examined as proof of payment. The ice cream was actually distributed in a separate area from the souvenir shop - a place where cash was not stored and therefore no monetary exchanges could be made.
We resorted to relaxing in the wide lawn chairs at the northmost end of the farm until their hours of operation ceased.
Yelpers had mentioned vulgar backlash from the owner of the farm, however we had been free from such profanities during our brief stay.