As I grew older and left the comfort of our family farm, I made what seemed like the sensible decision: I moved to Europe to study chemistry in London.
It was a big change. The city was fast, loud, and endlessly exciting. I believed that understanding the science behind skincare would help me make something meaningful.
And I did learn a lot. About the cosmetics industry. About formulas, preservatives, and synthetic shortcuts. I even studied soaps—what goes into them, how they're made, and how they’re often stripped of everything natural.
But my heart never really left the farm.
While I was surrounded by busy streets and tall buildings, I found myself longing for lavender fields, quiet mornings, and the simple rhythms of Tennessee.
I missed my grandparents. I missed the slow, loving way we used to do things.
That’s when I knew: the real formula I believed in was already in my hands.
Natural ingredients. Honest methods. And a bar of soap made not just with science—but with soul.