There’s an old silver comb in my mother’s vanity, dulled by time but polished by memory.

Luxury to me is the rustle of memory in an object. A scent passed down like a story. The soft fold of a sari once danced in. The comfort of rituals you don’t even remember learning.

At SAMAA, this philosophy guides every wick, every blend — not just to smell good, but to feel like home that remembers you.