Letters from the workshop.
What bloomed, what was cooked, what was baked and what was knitted — and honestly, where cosmetics end and a way of life begins. No sales out of nowhere.
I write rarely and only with reason: on pouring day and at the start of a season. One line to unsubscribe.
Today I cut the first lavender — my hands smelled of the south until evening. Batch No. 15 is maturing more slowly than I thought…
read →I got up before the sun: chamomile is picked while the dew is still on it. At that hour the flower holds the most oil…
read →I am distilling rose — the kitchen smells of the whole of June. A toner for sensitive skin will come out of this…
read →The dandelions are done, the down is flying over the meadow — May is saying goodbye. The oil is already infusing…
read →Young nettle is the strongest; I am simmering an infusion for the solid shampoo. April was generous…
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