The Ritual of Remembering Skin

We don’t sell skincare, we offer remembrance. We begin with what our great-grandmothers knew — that healing doesn’t come in trends or sterile bottles. It comes in rituals handed down in whispers, over steaming basins and backyard herbs, in the scent of burnt orange peel, the feel of ash in oil, the way the sun warms the back of the neck when you’re harvesting medicine from the yard.

MADA BENT is not a brand. It’s a spiritual lineage woven through leaves, butters, and oils. Our Skinwear is not applied, it’s anointed. Every jar, a return. Every oil, a portal. Every blend, a memory.

We work with what grows: Shea. Cocoa. Kokum. Kombo. Amla. Sativa. Rosa. Simone. Not just ingredients, but elders. They teach us to slow down. To listen. To respect the skin as a site of story, strength, and spirit. Simone is for grounding. Sativa is for relief. Rosa carries the aura forward. Amla brightens not just the body, but the third eye. 

This is a new language of skincare. Sensory. Sacred. Slow. Rooted in the ancestral and blooming into the now. From the bark to the body, from prayer to product. Each herb chosen is part of a spiritual continuum. Volatile fragrance for the self, worn not to be noticed but to be remembered. Worn like poetry. Because your skin is not a surface. It’s a keeper. Of grief. Of joy. Of migration. Of miracles. And to care for it — truly, deeply, reverently — is to honour the hands that cared for you before you were born. 

Spiritual Lineage of Skinwear.

Skin has always been a portal. Before we knew the names of ingredients, we knew the prayers of plants. We anointed with oils not to appear younger — but to remember we are eternal. Our great-great-grandmothers rubbed bush oil into joints and temple bones — not for shine, but to mark the body as sacred ground. This is skinwear as ancestry. Each scent a story left behind on the wind. To wear memories.

Worn Like Poetry

Build the Basin, fill with hot water. Add what the land gives:

• Citrus for Clarity.
• Lavender for Circulation.
• Dried Rose for Boundaries.
• Rosemary for Remembrance.

Let the steam rise. Lean in slowly. Close your eyes. Let your skin open like a prayer. Anoint With Intention. Let each gesture carry a message: I am here. I am whole. I am held. Let your skin absorb the story. No rinsing. No rushing. Just soaking in the remembering. This is Yard. This is the Body as Temple.