"Mmh." He turns to glance at Constantine from over his shoulder before he turns back to look at the array again. Jars of old, withered, rotting green and brown bits, the contents of which he cannot really ascertain, but also little vials.

"If you see any lavender I would like to take some with me. Is there anything in particular you might be looking for?" It may not be possible to identify what's in all the unlabelled bottles, but some of this stuff doesn't have a use by date.