Her 

Child, take my hand.

Come with me, if you will.

I’ll take you to where it’s safe—

where you can play as you wish,

dream without condition.

Your laughter lifts me like sweet light.

Your sorrow cuts through me like dusk.

I am here to protect your being—

not with words passed down,

not with lessons or demands.

I do not wish you to become someone else.

I am here to watch you grow,

to feel what you feel,

to listen to what your heart says.

Let me caress your wounds.

Let me carry your sorrow.

The only gift I can offer is your way to be free—

space to become yourself,

to shape meaning in your own way.

I’ve planted my love in your soul,

without asking you to carry it like weight.

Your path has already given me peace.

Now—

let my hand go,

with no sorrow left behind.

HER

There was a woman who lived with little.

One day, she saw a child—

quiet, mistreated, fading into the background.

Something in her shifted.

She visited her often.

People told her not to.

She adopted the child anyway.

Even though It was hard.

She gave what she could.

She never asked for anything.

She simply loved her.

Years passed.

The child grew up and moved to another country.

They lived apart, but the love remained.

One day, the woman became very sick.

She fell into a coma and was taken to the hospital.

When her daughter returned and sat beside her bed,

she held her mother’s hand.

Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes.

She couldn’t speak—there was a tube in her throat.

She moved her lips, trying to say something,

but there was no sound.

Her daughter didn’t understand the words.

Later, after she passed,

the daughter felt deep grief.

Her mother had been everything to her.

She wanted to give more—

but before she could, it was too late.

The guilt stayed quietly inside her.

Then one day,

the daughter remembered the way her mother’s presence had always felt.

And in that memory,

she finally understood what her mother had been trying to say.

So she let go.

She chose to move forward—

not to forget,

but to carry the love softly in her heart

and continue living in the way that felt true.

The perfumer behind HerbTouch comes from an Eastern herbal practice background, where plants are not just used — they’re listened to.

For her, perfume begins with a feeling, a memory, or a poem. The oils are chosen only after the story has appeared.

She believes scent is a form of truth — one that speaks to the heart before the mind catches up.

HerbTouch Perfumes are her offering: a collection of poems, memories, and emotions captured in fragrance. Each bottle holds a message. Each scent invites you to feel a part of yourself you may have forgotten.

Every perfume is crafted with intention — respecting the wisdom of plants, the sensitivity of the skin, and the emotional connection carried by scent.

This perfume is composed entirely of natural essential oils and plant-derived extracts,
without the use of synthetic fragrance compounds.

While natural aromatics offer a closer connection to the skin and a more nuanced scent experience,
they may also contain trace levels of naturally occurring fragrance allergens —
such as limonene, linalool, citral, geraniol, or benzyl alcohol — as part of their botanical composition.

These components are not added separately;
they are inherent to whole plant materials and contribute to the character of the fragrance.

As with any skincare or scent product, sensitivity may vary from person to person.

While natural ingredients may carry a slightly higher chance of visible sensitivity in some individuals,
synthetic perfumes are not inherently “safer.”
In fact, some synthetic compounds are designed for stability and scent longevity,
but may be less compatible with long-term skin health or environmental balance.

We choose to work with whole, plant-based aromatics
to create a more conscious, skin-aligned fragrance experience —
one that honors both the complexity of nature and the individuality of the wearer.