The kitchen
The first batches were... modest. (Let's not even talk about the second one.) But I kept adjusting — more oil here, a little wax there — and tested everything on the toughest and most honest critic I know: my own dog, who has never pretended to like something just to spare my feelings.
And one day, it worked. Softer wrinkles. A healthier nose. Paws ready for the walk and relaxed afterwards. Three simple balms, each for a specific weak spot, and all three safe for licking. Friends with bulldogs asked for them. Then friends of friends. And here we are.