Through some incredibly dark chapters, I somehow managed to keep my plants flourishing—even when I didn’t feel like I was. There was always something growing, a new leaf unfolding, something worth tending to.

My friends call me a green witch. Other people call me a fairy. I’ll take either.

I’ve also always been in the kitchen. Food is part of my love language: I grow things, I make things, I feed people. As I’ve gotten older, that care has extended to what I put on my skin and in my hair, inspiring my interest in elixirs, body butters, and hair serums.

ErPothëcary is where all of it belongs together. Plants, crystals, handmade finds, something delicious, and a home with more personality than restraint. I love combining unexpected textures, objects, and growing things to create something that feels alive.

This isn’t one hobby turned into a business. It’s my little world, finally taking shape.