Top Note

Before Sexy Ass, I spent part of my week roasting coffee for Bohio Cafe, a coffee shop and roastery located in Jaco, Costa Rica. Roasting coffee involves fire, and Jaco maintains a consistent temperature of 85-90 degrees. Therefore, I was always hot in the roastery and sometimes would opt into roasting in a bikini. As a joke, my partner printed me a “Sexy Ass Coffee Roasters” t-shirt and we spent A LOT of time dreaming of the day we would open a coffee company and call it Sexy Ass Coffee. 

Forging ahead a year or so:

I purchased a hydro-distiller because I was interested in distilling for essential oils as a hobby. At first I was a little discouraged by the amount of essential oil I was yielding, but then I realized that the by-product of the essential oil- the hydrosol- was just as beneficial as the oil. I switched my mind-set, stopped distilling for the oil, and started distilling for the hydrosol. Bohio served the hydrosol in soda and coffee beverages as a sugar-free option. When masks were mandated by the health department during COVID, we offered the hydrosol as a spray for customers to use to freshen their masks. From there, the hydrosol was bottled for antibacterial use, skin hydration, and aromatherapy. Organically, the hydrosol became a business of its own and adopted the only name I would ever open a business under- Sexy Ass.

Middle Note

In the midst of writing a manifesto, I spent a lot of time reflecting and connecting what Sexy Ass means to me. Yes, the technical name derived from the act of roasting in a bikini, but how did I get to that point in my life where roasting in a bikini was comfortable? It took a slight disgust and discomfort of sticky heat and an immense amount of vulnerability over the course of 6 years to gain the self awareness that I currently uphold.

Base Note

From the age of 9 to 22, I was extremely unhealthy- mentally, spiritually, and physically. I did not acknowledge one emotion, I ate until I was numb- literally. Team sports served as a distraction from my mental state, and when I was alone, food was my paralyzer. It was not until my final year of University that I became aware of myself and my beauty. It came in an odd form- pole dance. After one class, I was addicted. The room was filled with power, grace, strength, and sensuality. Not one woman moved like the other; the routine taught was mere steps, yet when it was time to perform, each dancer showcased a completely different routine- routines that had been reconstructed to display their deepest emotions and challenges. The atmosphere was so encouraging and warm that when it was my turn I was able to dance and express- my first taste of vulnerability. From that day on I was addicted to pole, but more so I believe I had stepped foot on the path of vulnerability and I couldn't get enough. At 22, I started to explore myself- how I liked to be touched, what music resonated deepest, what people caused me the most comfort and joy, what clothes made me feel confident, what food did I find satisfying and my body respond well to, etc. I was vulnerable with myself; I stopped ignoring the mess inside of me and started asking really difficult questions, the answers bringing lifestyle changes. 5 years later, I was roasting in a bikini because it was hot and more importantly, I no longer felt the need to hide. Sexy Ass is more than a surface level nickname/joke. Sexy Ass was and still is a long list of lifestyle choices that required vulnerability to recognize and address the changes that needed to take place- ultimately sending me along a more nourishing path.

The Product

Skin speaks- communicating our interior imbalances while absorbing our exterior environment. Instead of observing, we suffocate to silence the inevitable- that something is off.

What if we chose to listen?

Sexy Ass is an invitation to experience the force of vulnerability. It is choosing the path of connection between nature, ones’ aura, and oneself. Surpassing beauty, let’s live a Sexy Ass lifestyle of natural nourishment.