Our story
We didn't set out to make a bath product. We set out to fix a bad one, and refused to ship it until every single thing in the pouch had a reason to be there.
The shelf was full of jars promising recovery and delivering perfume. Dyed blue for no reason at all. Scented with things that never grew anywhere. You'd soak for twenty minutes, step out smelling like a gift shop, and your legs would still ache. That was the problem worth solving.
We started with the one ingredient that has real evidence behind it, magnesium sulfate, plain Epsom salt, and made every other ingredient justify itself. Most couldn't. The dyes went first, then the synthetic fragrance, the parabens, the sulfates, the fillers. What's left is a short list, and every name on it is doing a job.
Magnesium sulfate
The whole reason. Magnesium, dissolved in heat, on tired muscle.
Cymbopogon citratus
The scent. Pressed from real leaf, not a lab's idea of one.
Cocos nucifera
Softens the water so the salt doesn't bite.
Vitellaria paradoxa
The barrier. Hot water strips skin; this puts it back.
Aloe barbadensis
The cool-down, for skin that ran hot.
Tocopherol
The protection. Keeps the oils honest in the pouch.
Small batches, measured by hand. Big vats are how ratios drift and results get inconsistent.
Botanicals and oils are folded through the salt, never milled, milling crushes the crystal and dulls the scent.
The blend sits so the oil marries the salt instead of sitting on top of it.
Hand-filled, sealed, and out the door. Nothing sits in a warehouse losing its scent.
