It began, as these things do, with a towel.

We tried all three methods for years. The towel kept score.

Fingers. A fraction of the dose reaches skin. The rest goes to the hands, the lengths, the pillowcase, and a towel that will never be white again.

The dropper. Precise in theory. In practice, a forehead rinse, a cold trail down the neck, and a bottle that tips over the moment you look away.

The squeeze bottle. One spot, far too much, a small puddle, and the distinct feeling of having been pranked by your own bathroom.

We wanted the oil to come out only where the comb touched skin, and nowhere else.

So: a sealed chamber that holds about 4 ml. Seven fine metal tips that release a thin line when they meet the scalp and stay shut when they do not. A cap that means it.

Nothing else. No app. No subscription. No vibrating mode. It is a comb. We checked, several times, and it remains a comb.

We are a small company built around one object, and we intend to stay that way.

Every email is answered within a day, usually faster, usually by a person who oiled their own scalp that morning. Unopened combs can come back within 30 days, and the return label is on us. Shipping is free everywhere because the comb is light and the alternative was a spreadsheet.

We make no promises about what your hair will do. That is between you and your oil. We promise only that the oil will arrive where you aimed it.

Rosemary, castor, jojoba, amla, argan, or the blend your grandmother refuses to write down.

The ritual was never the problem. It is old, it is good, and it belongs to the people who taught it to you. We only wanted to give it a tool that behaves. If you have a routine your family passed on, we would genuinely like to hear about it. Write to us.