Notes from the Stillroom: A Beginning

Written from Tiger Mountain, Spring

When we started House of Enfleurage, it wasn’t to follow a trend or fill a shelf. It was to answer a quiet question that returns each spring: What if beauty came slower?

Here on the slopes of Tiger Mountain, the season announces itself in subtle shifts. The fir tips push bright and lime green. The lilacs open for barely a week. A robin builds a nest in the same place she did last year.

It’s in this rhythm that we make every bottle, balm, and blend.

Each scent begins in the field — with what’s blooming, what’s falling, what’s been carried by the wind. We gather only what’s abundant and leave the rest. In the stillroom, we press lilac into pomade, steep blackberry leaf in oil, and coax the resin from cedar tips. Sometimes we wait days, sometimes weeks. Always, the plants set the pace.

We use old methods not out of nostalgia, but because they honor the raw beauty of the materials. Enfleurage. Tinctures. Oil infusions. They don’t rush or overwrite — they listen. They record the moment a flower met the air.

This journal will be our way of sharing those moments with you. The harvest notes. The scent studies. The forest walks. The soft beginnings of a new pour.

Because everything here is seasonal, fleeting, and made in small quantities — no two batches will ever be quite the same.

And that’s the point.

Welcome to House of Enfleurage. We're so glad you're here.

-Katie