I spent a season of my childhood arguing with a cousin over how I didn't need to eat dirt to know what dirt tastes like. His argument was if I've never actually eaten some, sat down with a spoon and dished up some earth, how could I be sure I a) knew what it tastes like and b) knew I didn't like it.
The taste is in the very scent of it it. It's in the air as it swirls mini dust storms. It's an eruption with the roots of a particularly sturdy weed. If you've ever had a hint of it on your tongue, you know what it is. There is no wondering, "Is this what dirt tastes like?"
It is dirt and I know what it tastes like without actually eating it. And I know I don't like it.
Likewise with lavender. It's pretty and smells fine and I like seeing it grow in my garden but I will always believe that 'lemon and lavender' should be the name of bath salts and not cookies.
Judging by the discreet way coworkers spit those cookies out, I am right!