"Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone"

What happens when two pretty girls both fall in love with men they believe to be called Ernest? Will they learn that a rose by any other name still smells as sweet?

A well-manicured comedy of handbags, button-holes and flying coat-tails, specially conceived for an outdoor setting.

'Irina Brown's deliciously entertaining, perfectly pitched revival of Wilde's best play' ***** Mail on Sunday