"A cream that smells like a warm morning. And a little bit like a garden after the rain."

There are days when your skin asks not for cosmetics, but for caress . When you don’t want experiments, active ingredients, acids and promises. You only want: - for it to smell familiar - for it to be absorbed without haste - and for the touch to be like... as if you were stroked, not smeared.

This is how I made this cream. No magic. Just: - apricot kernel oil - warm, like palms on your cheeks - a little lavender hydrolate - not for the scent, but for the internal "exhalation" - a drop of iris - for those who remember how albums smelled in childhood - and chamomile oil - so that the skin knows: no one is rushing it.

I keep a jar in the fridge. Not because “it’s necessary.” But because in the morning, when you open the lid, it smells like some warm care has just blossomed.

I don’t promise miracles. But if you want to use it not because “you have to”, but because it’s nice , then I did everything right.