OUR STORY
“An oil unlike any other,” said my grandmother.
It was 1965. My grandmother, Myrtle’s, dream was to travel to Europe. In time, she saved money and traveled on her own throughout Belgium, Spain, and France. While studying at the University of Paris IV/Sorbonne, my grandmother befriended many students from North Africa.
While in Paris, an admirer gave Myrtle a small bottle of a pale yellow-green oil from Morocco. She applied this golden oil each day to her skin, face and hair. It felt luxurious, deeply hydrating and soothing. At the end of the summer, Myrtle returned to her native Baltimore, and in time forgot the oil’s name. Later, as a young wife and mother in New York City, she took on modeling assignments and deepened her knowledge of skin care products and beauty regimens from the professionals who worked with her. But she never forgot the unnamed Moroccan oil.
