It's okay.
I'm so unbelievably upset. This is the best product I have EVER used for my hair. It wasn't sticky. It wasn't greasy. It smelt good. It was easy to use. I only needed a microscopic amount to style my hair. It was perfect. I had met my new love. A love that was half-empty from previous use. I thought nothing of it until the day I actually ran out, which was on this day, when realization struck. The realization that I believe this product was discontinued. I had the one jar that lasted me about 2 years, but then I had never seen it again. Garnier had taken me to a place of hair happiness I had never been before, I was on Cloud Nine so to speak. Garnier had shown me what true love feels like, but Garnier is a stone cold trickster that also showed me what true heartbreak feels like. As I cry, typing this warning of the beauty of this product, I warn of the destruction as well. No other product will cause you as much pain when it is empty. It's both a blessing and a curse. It patches your heart with love only to rip it apart at the seems, slowly pulling the strings until your heart discontinues it's beating. A 5.1 ounce jar of hair putty has destroyed me in the most beautiful way. I was fabulous and beautiful with amazing hair for two years, but now I'm stranded with this greasy vanilla-smelling pomade. This putty and I have been through so much, and though I am heartbroken, I will begin my search for a new hair gel promptly. I will never forget the way Play Style helped me through bad hair days and discovering my style, but--for me at least-- it is time I begin to reluctantly move on from the death of a loved one.
Rating: 5 stars