The warmth of Midsummer voluptuous, yet restful weaves her magic into every drop of precious sunlight so fleeting and so powerful with honeysuckle nectar at our lips and birdsong the score in the Season of Swoon The vibrancy and heightened sensuality of Summer often feels like a dream....
December shimmers in like a crystalline dancer spinning you around in its iridescent flurry of high spirits and wistful glances along the silvered horizon until you drop, breathless, into the snow and breathe in the icy wonders of Winter In this heightened time of bustling...
Sun kisses bestowed upon us by the great lion in the sky as we bask in the last moments of fullness to savor every delight inhale every perfume and await the turn of the wheel once more August marks the last of Summer as it...
Graceful branches rake the sky cloaked in evening stars, ever earlier that reach to entwine limbs with brand new winds stirring cool and fragrant. The air is alive with possibilities; pulses quicken and eyes sparkle bright for the Season of The Witch has begun As hard...
Majestic trees inhale to draw breath from each graceful limb deep into their hearts, sprinkling jeweled leaves along a scented path. The earth, still ripe with bounty, shimmers between the worlds, and magic is everywhere. The most mystical of seasons is finally with us, my Loves!...
Days begin anew, it seems stretching forever across snowy acres into the long Winter’s night, a Neverland of never ending so still, and yet ever fluid -if you can see it. Have the stars realigned just in time? January always brings a strange and beautiful paradox:...
Heavy heated days turn to balmy starlit nights that breathe magic into our dreams and carry us beyond the sea. The silent lull of moonlight opens the path to desires fulfilled and hearts overflowing. Somewhere between Midsummer and the harvest festivals that grace the first winds...
When the lonely heart of snow and ice, heavy and insular with thoughts of days passed and restless for days to come, is led by the hand of Venus along the pink dusky clouds the wild heart of Spring begins to open Once again,...
The restless winds of early Spring torn between adventures that await rising from the fertile belly of the earth and the fervent desire to melt back beneath the layers lest uncertainty reveal itself And such is the conflicted suitor that is March – does he...
Roseé du Matin Facial Serum and Pétale Tonique Elixir

Beauté Florale

In the dream of a woman as a flower, she is nestled deep within. Embraced by silken petals she sleeps infused with scent, cloaked in the dew of youth eternally kissed by its beauty. She awakens as her petals unfurl, revealing to all...