La Maison

My grandmother prepared the oil, surrounded by my aunts and my mother. She called it “our Liquid Gold,” and would put it on my face before I could even walk.

Every summer, she cracked the nuts between two stones, and around her the women of the family told one another their stories. She always pressed more oil than was needed, to give it away. From Paris to the Souss, Maison AQAY Paris carries her gesture forward.

— R’quia Libourki, Founder

From the Arabic al-iksīr, the word medieval alchemists carried into Latin to name the rare matter that transforms whatever it touches. The Maison made it the name of its skincare.

More than a century of harvests has trained the Maison’s eye: a true oil is known by its color, its scent, the way the skin receives it. At the heart of its skincare: argan and prickly pear.

In Paris, each formula is written like a score. Argan from Douar Aït Baha holds its fundamental note; every material finds its place, and between the notes, the Maison leaves silence. What remains in the flacon was meant to be there. The exacting standard of Paris lies in this balance.

It blooms in the heart of winter, in clusters of tiny golden spheres, and its scent arrives before the tree.

A single flower, composed in Grasse: the olfactory signature of the Maison. It accompanies four of our five formulas and settles on the skin like a silken veil, for the length of a gesture.