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She never called herself a healer. But she knew what to do.
Salma’s Salve is named after my grandmother — the woman who showed me what it meant to tend, to mend, and to keep going even when your hands were worn through. She made this salve the same way I do now: with beeswax from the neighbours, herbs from the garden, and oils left to sit quietly in a jar in the dark.
It wasn’t fancy. It didn’t sit on a shelf.
It lived by the stove.
This is the salve she used after hauling water in winter, after long market days, or when her hands were cracked from work, from grief, from living too hard. She didn’t call it anything special. Just "the salve."
Now I make it for the same reasons. And every time I stir the pot, I remember her white picket fence and the way the door never quite shut all the way.
This salve isn’t a product. It’s a memory passed hand to hand.
Texture & Scent Notes: Rich. Protective. Lightly scented with tobacco, lavender, and sweet orange. Earthy but warm. Softened with lanolin and the unmistakable depth of myrrh.






