Warning: do not read if you have just eaten or have a particularly weak stomach. It involves face cream of a particularly repellent variety… I had seen signs in Chinatown before and thought I was just misreading something. This shop left me in no doubt. In the window, a sheep-shaped shelf(say that three times fast) contained beauty products with pictures of little bitty lambs. And the label said ‘Placenta Rose Moisturising Cream’. Now, I’m sorry, but I don’t care how much rose you put with your placenta, it’s still PLACENTA and DOESNOTBELONGONYRFACE! Gag, retch, nausea for the rest of the day at least, I warned you. Not to mention thinking of the fate of the poor lambies. I staggered around, trying to work out if someone had slipped me something unawares, but no, it’s all there on the website. They seemed to stock a whole bunch of other cosmetics and health foods, including some organic stuff which looked quite nice but which I considered guilty by association. I’m fully aware aging has its trials, but honestly, if you find yourself even considering putting placentas of any variety on your face, you need something more important to worry about. Embrace the wrinkles! The alternatives are worse!