I was at that place with my aging. Not having come to terms with it, I was at a loss and I didn't like it at all. It takes a lot of guts to look in the mirror and not recognize who is looking back at you.My hair was beginning to look like my art teacher's hair. Oh, Lord, no. You know, the thinnest, scalp-showing, sick brown with yellow highlights? Yep. I needed help of the best kind.My bottle of Phytodensia arrived. Just in time for me to use it! I filled the dropper half-way into my palm and maSee full review