I was twenty when a courier made me sign for an envelope I assumed was from the bank. It was a claim over our name. A company with more attorneys on its letterhead than this company has people decided five letters on our bottles sat too close to theirs — and they were right enough that fighting it would have cost more than this business makes in a year.

So on the 2nd of October, 2026, I signed it away. And I can't afford to start again from nothing. Which leaves me standing in a rented unit full of perfume, wearing a name I'm not allowed to sell under, with a business that ends when the shelf does.

Same fragrance inside the glass. Same 12-hour wear. The same 22 scents people have been reordering all year. $15 a bottle. 3 for $45, 4 for $60. It isn't a promotion — it's what you charge when you're clearing out.