Oil warms in the hands before it touches skin. It slides, sinks, and turns every stroke into ceremony. Dryness gives way, the body loosens, glistens, comes alive. And the scent — faintly sweet, faintly human — lingers close for hours. Oil teaches you to linger too, to slow down, to touch yourself like you are worth adorning.

Sharmadean Reid

Founder, 39BC