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Our Roots
Susan Camille and
daughter Roshan Jihan
Coming from a family steeped in the tradition of farming and gardening,
my mother knew the name of every flower, and my father knew the
name of every grass type and weed.
Founders Susan and Foad at the opening
of the original Camille Beckman gift shop.
“i loved all plants, As a young adult I spent several years traveling through Europe, living the life of an artist.
Renovating old living spaces and painting mythological Cretin and Atlantean history, much of my
especially the time was spent studying art history and techniques, while learning how to make painting supplies
dandelions” from scratch. Researching a shampoo and glycerin soap project, I ventured to the Monasteraki
area of Athens, near the famous spice market, known to house perfumer’s workshops.
This is where I found my calling.
The Beckman Family fishing in Idaho
(Susan Camille pictured far right with
father Fred and siblings Lynden and Paul).
I proceeded to write a list of every job I loved or thought was
Yes, you read that correctly; I love weeds! Even from the early days of my childhood, such interesting. The epiphany of my next calling came from this list. ABOUT THE COMPANY
appreciation of all plant types contributed to my philosophy that flowers and weeds are
Nature’s helpers to aid and heal us. Equipped with my experience in botany, extracting, and creating exquisite fragrances, I moved
back to Idaho in 1984 to start Camille Beckman. Within a few years I had hired 25 women to help
My father taught agriculture at the local high school. I spent my summers learning from him gather weeds and baby’s breath, which were dried in a barn and woven into delicate, charming
the ways of the natural world. Dad gave me the famous leather bound book entitled “100 wreaths and sold to local florists. Our business consisted mainly of the creation and distribution
Things for Boys to Do”. The chapter that immediately captured my heart was “Extraction of of dried flower wreaths, potpourri, silk roses and lace gift items.
Perfume from Flowers”.
In 1989 I gave birth to my daughter, Roshan Jihan, and rekindled my childhood love of making
soaps and lotions. These soon became the bulk of our work as our body products began to
I grew up in the beautiful, small town of Weiser, Idaho. One of my favorite pastimes was visiting help the lives of all who tried them. I have always attributed their transformative results to the
a local pharmacy on the main street of town. I am forever grateful to our old pharmacist, who quality, wholesome ingredients we use and the loving intent through which they are made.
would let me search the wooden shelves in the back of his pharmacy looking for perfume
and soap making supplies. He took the time to answer my questions and custom ordered my From our signature Glycerine Hand Therapy, which is a modern rendition of my Aunt Rose’s
first gallon of glycerin. I was blessed to be raised around a group of people who, even if they kitchen cream, to our NEW Everyday and Women’s Wellness collections, each Camille Beckman
didn’t know you, would take the time to help in mentor. I know this is one of the reasons we product and collection is a reflection of our never ending journey of learning. I am grateful to
are still inspired to support hometown businesses today. Weeds and baby’s breath, which continue learning the ways of Mother Nature with my daughter Roshan, who now works with
were dried in a barn and woven into delicate, charming wreaths and sold to local florists. Our me and continues to help me grow my understanding and connection in the same way I taught
business consisted mainly of the creation and distribution of dried flower wreaths, potpourri, her. As we continue to deepen this knowledge together, we look forward to bringing you new
silk roses and lace gift items.
products and ways to use her goodness to support our lives.
Each spring the ladies from our neighborhood allowed me ‘Violet picking privileges’. After
three weeks of gathering violets from all over the valley, there I stood with my precious vial For all things... we are eternally grateful.
of violet perfume. It would be untrue if I told you it smelled of beautiful violets, for in reality,
it more closely resembled rubbing alcohol and traces of Bertolli olive oil. - Susan Camille Beckman Roghani
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