A small salon that takes colour seriously. Pick a look off the wall, tell us about your hair, and we will find you a chair.
Turn it. Pick one. Book it by name.
Every card is a colour we have done in this room, with the service it books as, the time it takes and what it costs. Nothing on the wall is a stock photo.
What actually happens, in order.
A skin test, first.
Every colour needs a dab behind the ear 48 hours before, once every 6 months. Pop in; it takes a minute, and it goes on your card.
Sit down. Talk.
What you have now, what you want, what your hair will honestly do this visit. If the look on the wall needs two sessions, we say so before the first.
Apply.
The formula is written down before the brush touches you: brand, shades, developer, minutes. Not remembered. Written.
Process. Tea.
The colour develops on a timer the salon can see from every screen. Nobody guesses when to rinse.
Rinse, tone, finish.
Gloss if it wants it, a blow-dry, and the mirror. Then the bill, with the deposit already off it.
It goes on your card.
Your formula, the result, and when your roots are due. Next time we start from it, not from scratch. Six weeks later, we remind you.
Who you are sitting with.
Master colourist. Balayage that grows out without a line.
Cuts that fall into place on day three, not day one.
Tape-ins, wefts, and the morning of the wedding.
Tell us about your hair.
This is a request, not a charge. We read it, check the chair, and confirm by message with a link for the deposit. You get a code to follow it here.
Where it stands.
Make it last.
Wait 48 hours before the first wash. Cool water, colour-safe shampoo, and a gloss between visits keeps the tone.