MADA BENT invites you to self-anoint — not for beauty, but for belonging. Not to fix your skin, but to speak to it in the language of your roots. This is Skinwear with spirit. Worn slowly. Worn sacredly. Worn like Poetry. We work with what grows where we come from: Shea. Cocoa. Kokum. Kombo. Amla. Sativa. Rosa. Simone. Not just ingredients, but elders. They teach us to slow down. To listen. This is skinwear as ancestry.

Rooted in ancient touch, designed for modern tension. Scented as a sacred gesture, Not just perfume — it’s a Skin ritual that linger on the soul. Where fragrance meets function, a symphony. This collection serve as a ritual to align mood and spirit. Crafted to transcend. They marry therapeutic with subtle luxury. More than scent—it’s a sensorial cleanse. Designed to reduce water retention, stimulate circulation, and draw the body into harmony. 

Glowfood is what the skin drinks when no one is looking. We blend oils the way our aunties blended tea. With intention, intuition, and rhythm. Glowfood is about feeding your face like it’s a garden. Amla for light. Hemp for Vitality Sun Kissed Rosehip for romance. Jojoba for Balance. Grew under sun, rain and miracle. To feed the skin is to believe in its hunger — not just for moisture, but for meaning. Feed it well. Feed it true. Feed it like it’s listening.

Rootwear is not about aesthetics. It's about anchoring. At the base of the body lies the wisdom of the root — the thick, unshakeable truth of whom we are when the world strips us bare. We use root butters: Cocoa, Kombo, shea, kokum— not for novelty, but because these roots hold. They don’t just hydrate — they witness. To wear Rootwear is to dress your skin in lineage. To say, I come from strength. I am carried by the ones before me.

There is nothing mundane about touching the body. To smooth oil across your chest is to honour the breath. To press balm into your thighs is to call back power. To speak to your spirit in steam. We believes in everyday body rites —small ceremonies of care that echo ancient truths. This is not beauty. This is devotion.

A burst of clarity for skin that seeks breath, bloom, and balance. A ritual cleanse. Sweep away dullness, clearing the path for radiance to rise. A floral sigh, a cool hush of restoration. Cleansing herbs draw out oils, dirt like smoke leaving a sacred space. Blessing the barrier. Awakening the tired, the dry, the dulled. A hydrating kiss.