Author: Sarai Alani
Category: Lifestyle & Cultural Roots
There are things the world tries to sell you that the land has always known for free.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother didn’t believe in store-bought secrets. Her medicine cabinet was a shelf in the kitchen. Her beauty routine? A warm rinse with hibiscus tea, a twist of aloe plucked fresh, and a little oil rubbed between the palms until it glowed like sun on the sea.
She taught me early: softness is inherited, not manufactured.
I’d sit between her knees while she oiled my scalp with fingers slow and sure, the scent of bay leaf and castor oil hanging in the air like incense. She’d hum while she worked, and somehow, those hands didn’t just untangle my hair—they untangled my thoughts.
In that garden, I learned:
- Papaya wasn’t just fruit—it was a glow-giver.
- Coconut oil was currency.
- Neem cured almost everything.
- And care, when given with love, could heal more than skin.
She didn’t call it “clean beauty.” She just called it knowing what’s good for you. And she was right.
That’s why I carry her memory in every product. Not in name, but in intention. Because real beauty doesn’t come in fifteen steps and complicated words. It comes in the quiet belief that you deserve to feel good in your skin—with ingredients the earth already gave us.
So when you hold a bottle from Alasandra & Co., know it’s not just something I made. It’s something I remembered.
Let’s get back to the garden, love.
Softly yours,
Sarai Alani 💛