Letter From The Editor
It’s been a year since I last wrote to you from my desk, and I’ve truly missed the feeling of writing something real — not content, not tips — but something that touches.
To be quite honest, I’ve spent the last year… trying to find my senses again.
Unusual, yes.
But deeply needed.
Not just for me, but perhaps for many of us. Maybe this will speak to you too.
I kept hearing the whispers for months:
Slow down, my love. You’ll burn your wings.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
So I burned them.
My wings.
Until I couldn’t feel them anymore.
And then… everything turned grey.
Life lost its glow.
My senses dimmed.
My skin, my lips, my fingertips — numb to touch.
Even food tasted dull.
And everywhere I looked, I saw the same thing:
Concrete.
Noise.
Fast-moving people in cheap fabrics.
The glare of social media.
A world that prizes productivity over presence.
Ugliness, everywhere.
It became the default.
Was it burnout? Depression?
Or simply what happens when the soul is starved of beauty?
So I spent the past year going on more wine-tasting date nights with myself than actual dates with my partner,
smelling more perfume samples than I ever have in my life,
cooking and savoring the most decadent meals,
and studying fabrics and vintage couture like an absolute lunatic.
And it was worth it.
Because I became a completely new woman;
One who is turned on by life itself.
One that’s no longer about healing (or fixing ourselves),
but about pleasure.
Beauty.
Intimacy.
I want fun.
I want love.
I want romance.
And I want to feel alive again.
Don’t you?
Then welcome in. You’re holding the first issue of something I’ve longed to create — a quiet, sensual, thoughtful magazine for women who are hungry for beauty, emotional depth, and the slow pleasures of life.
There is no pressure here.
Just presence.
Scent.
Silk.
And rituals that bring you back home.
So take a deep breath.
Turn the page.
And begin.
With all my love, always,
Sabrina