Everything begins in the garden. Some plants grown here, some gathered from people we trust, all of them known by name before they ever become a formula. They are steeped, infused, and pressed slowly, by hand, in small batches, the old way, because what is rushed is never the same. Monarchs pass through on their way south and rest on the echinacea, which finds its way into the balm named for them. Nothing here moves faster than it should.

We believe you should be able to recognize what you use. To read an ingredient list and understand it without needing translation. To know what touches your skin, and why. At Chloris, transparency is not presented as a feature. It is our baseline. Our ingredient lists are short, by design. What is there is meant to be understood. What is made, and how it is made, remains visible.

Chloris is Wendy's work. She is a mother, musician, music therapist, herbalist, and formulator. Her understanding comes from years of observation, study, and lived experience. Through her own transformations as a woman, a mother, and a caregiver, she came to see skin differently. Not as something to fix, but as something to support. She grows as many of the plants she uses as she can, to get to know them.

Her garden is not only a place of cultivation, but of connection. A space shaped by seasonal rhythms, where plants are grown to support pollinators, with special care given to monarch butterflies, whose presence is becoming increasingly rare.

Every product passes through her hands. Measured, blended, poured, and finished with care, slow infusions, hand-stirred textures, close observation of every batch. She often knows the customer receiving them by name.