Artisanal soap from the SAMBAC collection in the shape of an unopened jasmine flower,
with a scent referring to the humid Bombay air and the freshness of the SAMBAC,
which, when sprinkled in the morning and woven into the hair,
becomes a symbol of femininity and elusive beauty.

The complexity of the collection is not accidental, it manifests beauty and celebrates the ritual in which touch and smell complement each other.

The recipe was developed for over two years together with the Ministry of Good Soap. The project was supervised by an efficient team and craftsman Maciej Omieszowski, the author of the recipe, who over the years has produced several dozen thousand bars of craft soap of the highest quality. The flower shape was created by SĀR co-founder Julia Piekiełko, and the packaging designed by Anna Piwowar completed the story.

Soap with a unique formula without palm oil, based on pure coconut oil and olive oil enriched with a large amount of unrefined shea butter, cocoa butter and golden sweet almond oil. 

Olive oil produces a hard and mild bar that is durable on a soap dish.

The addition of unique castor oil
gives the foam a beautiful, thick but fluffy structure.

Short composition, quality ingredients, clean label, craftsmanship, original recipe - all this makes up our jasmine soap.

In addition to the soap, objects were also created: soap dishes carefully carved by Jakub Przyborowski and blown glass shades, which were created in a limited series, the result of SĀR's cooperation with Agnieszka Bar and Jakub Przyborowski. These hand towels were created by the Runaway Bicycle brand especially for this occasion, where delicate cotton woven in the "jamdani" technique highlights subtle jasmine flower embroidery.

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!
I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with
these jasmines, these white jasmines.
I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;
I have heard the liquid murmur of the river thorough the
darkness of midnight;
Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the
lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.
Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines
that I held in my hands when I was a child.
Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with
merrymakers on festival nights.
On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.
I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven
by the hand of love.
Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh
jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

RABINDRANATH TAGORE