My passion for bath rituals began with my grandmother, Lorraine. She was the one who introduced me to the magic of milk baths — and from the very first time, I was completely captivated. A soak at her house wasn't just a routine, it was an occasion. She kept all sorts of potions, bath beads, and elixirs, and her bathroom always carried the fresh ambience of Irish Spring. She'd let me linger until my tiny toes were wrinkled like raisins, and I never wanted to leave. The ritual of it, the aromas, the pure indulgence of it all — I owe every bit of that wonder to her.