Wild olive leaf
Hand-stripped from ridge trees at first light. A polyphenol so patient the skin forgets it’s there.
A botanical apothecary distilled from twelve hand-tended gardens between the coastal fog and the oak hills. No synthetics. No theatre. Only what grows, patiently.
pressed from first harvest
within a 34-mile radius
audited by Climate Neutral
Best in Clean Beauty
Each bottle carries the memory of a field. We press slow, in small weekly batches, and list every gram — the loud ones and the quiet ones.
Read the field journal ↗Hand-stripped from ridge trees at first light. A polyphenol so patient the skin forgets it’s there.
Night-blooming, morning-cut. Calms the reactive layer of the skin barrier.
A slow evening cadence built around pressure, warmth, and stillness. We publish the steps like a recipe, because rituals, like gardens, need tending — not branding.
Five objects. Refilled, never discarded. Each bottle is glass from the Napa foundry, 3.2mm thick, and returns home by pre-paid post.
“We weigh the carbon, the water, and the hours.
The rest is patience, and oak shadow.”