Some Sundays are just Sundays. This one wasn't.
SundayTable
· Where It Begins ·
Every Sunday, she still cooks.
Sunday dinner in my family is not a memory. It is a living tradition. My grandmother is 90 years old, and every Sunday she is still in the kitchen cooking for the family.
That table has held generations of us. It has made room for children who grew up, relatives who moved away and came home, new faces, old stories, full plates, second helpings, and conversations that stayed long after dinner was finished.
In our family, food is one of the ways love becomes visible.
Sunday Table began there. Not with a trend or a collection name, but with the ritual of returning to one another. These fragrances carry the sweetness, warmth, depth, and familiarity of that experience onto the skin.
A personal story from Shaunette Stokes, founder of Formula Haus
· Why This Table ·
It was never meant
to be five things at once.
Sunday Table started with one Sunday: the good plates, the pot that only comes out when it matters, the house full because everyone you love is under one roof and nobody's in a hurry to leave.
The four fragrances don't smell alike, because no two people at that table feel alike. One is creamy and polished. One is soft and full of air. One is smooth with bourbon warmth. One is dark and slow to give up its sweetness. What connects them isn't a shared note, it's a shared table.
Most collections launch complete. This one doesn't. It's built to grow the way a real table grows, one more chair pulled up whenever there's someone new to seat, not the whole table set down at once and called finished.
RICHE opens the table first. Sucre Blanc, Bourbon Reverie, and Brown Sugar Brew each get their own arrival after that. Every seat that's been seated stays seated, permanently, going forward.
The table doesn't clear. It just keeps setting more places.