A small apothecary on Bayou Teche
Everything we distil grows within one mile of the water it is named for. Twelve plants, four seasons, no shipping in of anything that could be picked here.
01 — The water
Bayou Teche runs the colour of strong tea because it has spent a very long time sitting on cypress bark, tupelo leaf and rotted palmetto. Tannin, mostly. The same compound that makes wine grip the tongue.
We started here because that smell — wet bark, cold iron, green rot, something faintly sweet underneath it — did not exist in any bottle we could buy.
02 — The notes
Choose what you want to smell like. The shelf below narrows as you go — and everything is listed by where the note sits, because a perfume is mostly a question of what lasts longest on you.
Nothing selected — the whole shelf is showing.
03 — The shelf
Nothing on the shelf carries all of those at once. Try dropping one.
04 — The still

Week one
Everything is picked by hand before the heat comes up, because volatile oil leaves a leaf faster than water does. Spanish moss gets rinsed twice — it is full of things that bite.

Weeks two to five
Roots and bark go into jojoba and sit in the dark. Flowers go the other way and are distilled the same day, because sweet olive keeps its smell for about eleven hours and then it is simply a leaf.

Weeks six to nine
A finished blend smells wrong for a month. The alcohol has to soften and the top notes have to stop shouting. We do not sell anything that has not sat in glass through a full moon cycle, which is superstition, and which we keep doing anyway.