I grew up questioning every ingredient that touched my skin.
Raised by a chemist dad and a holistic, back-to-nature family, I learned early that most of what's sold as "soap" isn't actually soap at all — it's detergent. Synthetic. Cheap. And completely unnecessary.
At 13, I started experimenting in my mom's kitchen. Measuring oils. Working with lye. Learning the cold process. While other kids were buying body wash off a shelf, I was making something that actually nourished skin instead of stripping it.
What started as a science experiment became an obsession. Then a business. Then over a hundred thousand bars shipped to people who finally feel the difference between real soap and everything else they've tried.
Behind every bar is real work — pouring, cutting, curing, wrapping, and shipping by hand. Because shortcuts show up in your skin, and I don't take them.