This is the collection’s masterpiece—my sweet birthday salt. A celebration. A love story born of dualities: a culture, a region, and pure love. A sultry, powdery confectionery herb salt, it’s an ode to the sweetness between contrasts—the sacred pause of Selah (סֶלָה) and the sacred act of Salah (صلاة). Stillness and movement. Reflection and devotion. The intertwined rhythm of breath and offering. This is my Herbal Roots. This is my Arab Spring. It tastes purposeful like selah—the in-between of pain and pleasure, conflict and calm. This is the essence of that sweet spot, where love resides and clarity is born. It captures the complexity of a bloom’s emergence and springs readiness to burst. There is something comforting about this soft textured salt, its sacred like trust. The Salah side, brings herbal structure—ritual and intention—where devotion becomes something physical. A sensory prayer rendered edible and wildly delicious. Jasmine leads—pure and potent, holding everything like love wrapped in scent. Wild violets and lavender float in like fairy dust. Rosewater-drenched herbs speak the language of sensuality. Rhubarb rushes in with a bright pink pucker. Cherry stone malab whispers of ancient mystery. Use it on pistachio cookies, muhallabiya, cheesy knafeh. Or spring coffee cake and white chocolate rhubarb truffles. Or keep it just for you. This salt feels private, but fully open. Reminding of the sacredness of love and vulnerability.