My grandmother comes from a family of farmers — the kind of people who always had animals outside, an orchard, and a garden full of real food.

Even today, at 80 years old, she still keeps that life:

working with her hands, growing what she can, and living by a simple rule:

If it’s not real, it doesn’t belong.

She learned this balm the same way she learned everything else —

from the women before her, passed down quietly through generations, when families relied on what was honest, available, and proven.

I’m her grandson.

And I didn’t want that knowledge to disappear with time.

So I brought it online — with the same respect it was made with back then:

small batches, simple ingredients, and no industrial shortcuts.