My Story
How a Copenhagen kitchen quietly became a perfumer's shelf.
I had been mixing things for friends for years — a thicker face oil for my mother in November, a different one for my sister in July — long before any of it sat on a shelf with a label.
What started this was not a business plan. It was a quiet refusal to keep buying skincare that promised everything and behaved like nothing on my actual skin. I learned the difference between an essential oil and an absolute the slow way, by smelling a thousand bottles and writing down what each one did when the sun came up.
The first pour
The first bottle of Drop by Drop was a face oil for a friend whose skin had given up. I poured it in a kitchen on a Sunday. I sealed it with melted wax. I drew a small bird on the label with a Pilot pen.
That friend came back two weeks later. So did her sister. Then her sister's friend. By the third winter I had a notebook full of single-ingredient oils, an amber bottle for each, and a quiet rule: nothing leaves the laboratory without my smell test, my touch test, and a small handwritten note from me.
What we make now
Single-ingredient essential oils, absolutes, hydrosols, CO₂ extracts. Carriers I trust. A handful of finished blends — serums, cleansers, an emulsion, four deodorants — that I would put on my own skin every day, because I do.
We are still small. We are still slow. We still ship from the same Copenhagen flat. The label still gets a small bird on it, drawn by my hand.
A note on language
You will find Danish next to English across the site. Both languages are here on purpose.