About Us
Witchcrafted Self-Care for the Sinfully Exhausted
One rainy afternoon—aching, pregnant, and feeling like a swollen swamp witch—I went searching for something to soothe my bones and settle my mind. But everything I found was either pink, patronising, or packed with palm oil. Nothing spoke to me—a woman who loved folklore, shadowy corners, and a bath ritual with bite.
So, I made my own.
Devil’s Bath Parlour was born from that moment of unmet need. A small-batch sanctuary for those of us who crave self-care that feels real—a little dark, a little decadent, and completely aligned with who we are.
The (Un)Creator
Hi, I’m Di. I’m a mother, a maker, a lifelong lover of moody corners, and I’ve always been more interested in the shadow side of things.
I started Devil’s Bath Parlour during a time when I felt completely disconnected from myself. I was pregnant, overwhelmed, and trying to find something—anything—that felt like care without feeling fake. I didn’t want affirmations or glitter. I wanted space. I wanted silence. I wanted something that felt like me.
So I made it.
Outside the Parlour, my life is a mix of chaos and quiet rituals. I’m usually elbow-deep in salts, answering emails with one hand while prepping school lunches with the other. I dream about bath oils while vacuuming. I pour candles after bedtime. I like spooky films, folklore, overcast weather, and long baths with loud music.
Star Sign: Capricorn – grounded, stubborn, and always scheming.
Favourite Scent Combo: Raspberry sherbet tangled with juicy pineapple.
Most Used Ingredient: Sweet Almond Oil – soft, silky, and utterly sinful.
First Product Ever Made: Clarity – a bath soak kissed with bergamot and patchouli.
Dream Familiar: A black goat named Belial, opinionated and unbothered.
When I Feel Most Like Myself: Mixing, making, and designing labels in the witching hours.
What I Believe In: Smelling good, feeling better, and enjoying the weird.
Devil’s Bath Parlour might be my brand, but it’s also just… me. Honest. Imperfect. Tired. Still showing up with my sleeves rolled up and a little vial of something sinful in my pocket.
