Six bars. Nothing more.
A generous one hundred and twenty-five grams to a bar — the first-born pair of Batch No. 001 opening the shelf, the sovereign closing it. Batch No. 027 is presently upon the cedar; letters are honoured in the order they arrive.
Three milks in place of every drop of water — unscented by intention. The bar that opened Batch No. 001, asked for by name ever since.
Toasted oats and raw honey in coconut milk — no added scent, warm amber by nature alone. The other half of Batch No. 001.
True French lavender over unrefined shea. The evening bar — composed for the close of the day.
Activated charcoal and river clay, lifted by bergamot. The dark bar — its contrast is its identity.
Damask rose folded through fresh goat milk. A soft, unhurried bar — descended from the founding pour of the house.
Kashmiri saffron steeped whole, over true sandalwood. The bar the house reserves for occasions.