My parent’s kicked me out.

I’ve been 18 for a couple weeks now, and the Soap Studio has become home for a few days.

I’m not gonna lie, it’s uncomfortable.

I sleep on an air mattress, with my head next to the soap racks. The lights don’t work. The AC is broken, and 120 degree weather in Downtown Phoenix, is not my ideal scene. At least it smells good, and I am grateful for a roof over my head.

Fortunately, I have a set move-in date to my apartment this weekend.

I can already hear my parent’s in the back of my head. “I am the adult. You are the child.”

I’m not a parent, so what would I know??

I would first like to address that I am an adult. Actually, I have been an adult since age 13. I have always paid for my own EVERYTHING, and been completely independent. Not once, have I asked for a penny or extra assistance.

No need to be dependent on another person, when you make luxury soap,

The world needs an alternative to commercial bricks of drying bubbles, injected with laboratory created perfumes.

All my life, I have been convinced that chemicals are bad – they cause cancer, diabetes, and other serious health disorders. Creating substance by intensifying and reacting divergent chemical compounds has captivated my senses. As my love for such a sensational implementation grows, so does my urge to observe and experiment the intellectual behaviors of the substantial world.

Each bar of soap is handcrafted in my soap lab using a formula I personally developed. Every bar pampers even the most sensitive skin. I only use organic and non-gmo ingredients and distilled water. Typical fats used are locally-sourced tallow, shea butter as well as olive oil, coconut oil, and sustainable palm kernel oil.

My soaps take 3-12 months to make: inspired by chemistry, perfected by Mother Nature. I never use chemicals, GMO oils, synthetic colors or perfumes.

With perseverance, and my boyfriend by my side, this annoyance and displacement will not last long.