Born from a sensitive neck and a mother's gift.

The first scarf was not bought. It was given — folded soft into a daughter's palms, threaded with a quiet kind of care.

Three friends, three sensitivities. We met in a small coastal town and found each other through a shared truth: most fabrics had let our skin down. Wool itched. Synthetics suffocated. Silk — pure, slow, mulberry silk — was the one fibre that asked for nothing in return.

So we began. Not with a brand, but with a promise: to make accessories that are kind to skin and slow in their making. Each piece is hand-rolled, quietly numbered, and finished with the kind of attention only patience allows.

We work with one mill, in one valley, where mulberry has been spun for four generations. Our edges are rolled by hand — every one — because nothing else holds quite the same way.

This is what we owe to softness.