• Rooted in the Dream

    This isn’t just skincare.

    It’s the scent of lavender on sun-warmed skin.

    It’s hemp fields in Portugal, a van parked under olive trees.

    It’s our sons laughing in the dirt,

    us, barefoot in the kitchen—

    stirring something sacred.

    We dream of land with space to breathe.

    A home built by hand,

    where time stretches long enough

    for tea, for touch,

    for healing.

    Everything we make comes from that dream.

    Every jar is a step toward it.

Moments like this…The flicker of a candle in the van. Hands in warm oil. A balm stirred by breath and memory. These are the moments that taught us to listen again.

“From Soil to Soul”

We left the noise.

Not because we hated it,

but because it forgot how to listen.

This page is a journal in motion.

A whisper of what’s real —

mud under fingernails,

herbs drying on the dash,

sunlight dancing across Tania’s cheek

as she stirs the balm we now carry in our hands.

These aren’t just products.

They’re poems.

They’re prayers.