Fragrance and I have shared an inconsistent, on-again-off-again relationship for as long as I can remember.
It started with duty-free perfume souvenirs my dad would bring back from business trips for my mother—little glass bottles that held the promise of far-off places. At 16, I discovered my first signature scent and savored every last spritz. Fragrance was always something laden with love.
Just as my romance with scent was reaching its peak—when I'd graduated from a single fragrance to a painstakingly curated personal collection—life threw me a curveball. An autoimmune diagnosis brought severe allergies and reactions to my once-beloved beauty stash and treasured perfumes.
Starting from square one felt impossible. With limited options on my healing journey, I chose to create my own space in the beauty world—co-founding Wander Beauty to craft effortless, clean essentials you can reach for every day, wherever you wander. While I fell head-over-heels for clean makeup and skincare, my long-lost love affair with fragrance still lingered in my thoughts.