About Us

Welcome to Fragrance Falls, a small-batch soap studio in Sydney inspired by the quiet miracles of the saints.

Every bar is hand-poured in prayer, named for a real saint, and designed as a tiny ritual you can hold in your hands.

This isn’t just soap; it’s a way to carry their protection, stories, and intercession into your everyday lives.

Who We Are

Fragrance Falls began as one woman in Sydney, pouring soaps between novenas, prayers, and German Shepherd walks, trying to make something gentle and real. What started as a ‘little soap project’ has become a family of saint‑inspired bars that people now keep in their homes.

We move slowly on purpose: small batches, honest ingredients, and stories that actually mean something. We care more about blessing each order and building quiet, long‑term relationships than chasing trends or rushing releases. We’re grateful for where this has already taken us, and we’re still just getting started.

Meet the Founder

Hi, I’m Clarice Fares, the hands and heart behind Fragrance Falls.

I’m a Syrian Catholic woman in Sydney who has always been drawn to the quiet, hidden corners of faith – the saints, the small miracles, and the way a single scent can bring you back to prayer.

Fragrance Falls began as a way to build tiny “bathroom altars” at home: small-batch soaps that are poured by hand, each one named for a saint and tied to a specific intention. Nazareth is my model: a hidden, ordinary place where God was at work in the small things.

I reach for St Rita when my heart feels cracked, St Joseph when I’m anxious about work and money, St Anthony when I’ve lost something (or feel lost myself), and St Clare when I need light in all the noise.

My hope is that these bars become a quiet ritual for you too – a deep breath at the sink, a whispered intention in the shower, a gift for someone who needs to feel carried.

Thank you for being here at the very beginning of Fragrance Falls. It means more than you know.

Meet the Saints

Saint Anthony

Patron of lost things and items, travellers and sailors, and those seeking direction, hope and spiritual guidance

Opening on his feast day, it was only right that Saint Anthony needed his own soap bar.

His scent leans sweet and bright because he’s always felt like a gentle, approachable friend – the one you run to when something’s lost and who somehow makes heavy things feel lighter.

This bar smells like sweet nectar and hibiscus over a warm, cappuccino base. It’s my nod to his preaching, his love for the poor, and all the tucked‑away miracles that happen when lost things — and lost parts of you — quietly find their way home.

Saint Joseph

Patron of the universal Church, fathers and families, workers and craftsmen, and a happy death.

Since I’m born on his feast day, I had to include a soap bar for St Joseph.

His bar had to be grounding and a little earthy – patchouli felt right for the quiet carpenter who just kept saying yes in the background while everything changed around him - the steady, protective presence that holds the whole house up.

This smells like patchouli, warm wood, a worn workbench, and the kind of spice that lingers in a home that’s actually lived in. It’s for days when you need to remember that God is building something steady around you, even when it just looks like errands and paperwork.

Saint Rita

Patron of impossible cases and desperate situations, difficult marriages, abuse victims, widows and parenthood

St Rita is my Confirmation Saint, so she needed her own soap bar, of course.

I chose a softer, wilder rose for St Rita because she doesn’t feel like a porcelain statue to me; she’s the woman who bled, waited, and still smelled like hope in houses that felt impossible.

Wild Rose smells soft and steady, like a rose that kept blooming through the winter. I wanted a scent you could reach for on the days you’re still showing up, even when nothing looks solved yet and you’re still trying to be faithful in the wreckage.

Saint Clare

Patron of television, computers and tech strain, telecommunication, eye diseases, embroiderers, goldsmiths, and laundry workers

St Clare is the saint my name comes from, and she teaches me how to hold light quietly. St Clare is my midnight‑cloister girl. She gets what it means to love Jesus from the edges, to guard the flame in the dark hours.

This bar like soft orchid. It’s the one I reach for when I’m up late with a phone or laptop, trying to be quiet while the rest of the house sleeps.

Each Fragrance Falls soap bar is named for a real saint who has carried me through my own story. These aren’t mascots – they’re quiet, faithful friends who know what it is to suffer and stay.

For each soap bar, I chose an icon and a fragrance that feel honest to their life: the wounds they carried, the courage they kept, and the way they still show up now. My hope is that when you see their face and breathe in their scent, you remember you’re not doing any of this alone.