Our History
I settle down at my vanity adorned with slightly demolished photographs I did not take and whose colour is yellowing with each passing day, dried-out flowers I picked with my mother out in our garden back in spring, and herbs my grandmother collected for me, her remedy for every little thing. With the touch of herbs and botanical secrets, I draw in the wisdom of long-forgotten healers, their remedies a whisper from the past. Rooted in the earth, connected through soil. Aren’t we all?
