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.