Dear Skin Ritualist,
Long before serums were bottled in laboratories, before emulsifiers and synthetics filled our shelves, there were oils.
From the temples of ancient Egypt to the stone baths of Rome, oils were sacred. Not skincare, but ceremony.
The Egyptians, meticulous and reverent, anointed their skin with rose and geranium — not for beauty, but for preservation, protection, and prayer. The Roman empires followed suit, lavishing the body in golden chamomile-infused blends after ritual bathing, each drop an offering to the divine and to the self.
In these ancient worlds, oil was never a step. It was the ritual itself.
At Mesay, we look not forward, but back. We honour this lineage — returning to oils as they once were: untouched, unbothered, unburdened.
Take our Cleansing Oil — a quiet nod to antiquity. Jojoba and rosehip, certified organic and intuitively compatible with your skin’s own sebum, provide balance. Egyptian geranium brings clarity and grace, while Roman chamomile soothes with the same wisdom once used to calm emperors. And rose — timeless, anchoring, soft as a whispered blessing.
Our Nourishing Oil tells its own story — a tapestry of seeds pressed by time and terrain. Macadamia, rich and golden, mirrors the skin’s natural oils, cocooning it in comfort and familiarity. Marula, once used by women of Southern Africa to nourish both skin and tradition, is potent with protective wisdom. Prickly pear, born from desert resilience, offers quiet strength and luminous renewal. Sea buckthorn, brilliant and sharp as flame, is revered for its rare omega 7 — a secret the ancients may have whispered but never named. Lavender, soft and silvery, was scattered across Roman beds and bathed into their rituals for rest and calm. And Calabrian bergamot — citrus kissed by coastal winds — leaves a gentle trace, warm and lingering, like golden hour on the skin.
Each bottle is a vessel. Not trend, not tincture — but time. A return to a quieter form of luxury: elemental, essential, eternal.
When you press oil into your skin, you are not just moisturising. You are remembering.
Always, Mesay