Friends keep asking us the same questions over dinner. So we put the answers in one place. Press play, then pick whose Notion document you would like to view where we share everything.
Who does your skin. Where do you get peptides. Which clinic in Seoul. What tailor. Last week I made fifteen hundred bucks just selling peptides to friends of friends who walked into the house. I love it, but I am tired of texting the same answers.
So we built this. One quiet page. Three doors. Everything we actually use, recommend, and would send our own mom to. Nothing here is sponsored. We pay for all of it ourselves, and we will tell you when something did not work.
Each one opens a private Notion document. The code lives in the text thread we sent you.
This is the stuff people corner me about at the gym. The peptides stack I am actually running, the doctors I trust, the hair transplant guy in Tijuana that two of my friends now swear by, and the buy-it-for-life list I would rebuild from scratch if the house burned down.
I am not a doctor. I am the friend who has read way too much and tried most of it on myself first.
How we travel as a couple with a baby, the hotels worth the flight, the restaurants we go back to, the gear that survived eight countries this year, and the small rituals at home that quietly hold the rest together.
This is the door friends ask about most after a dinner at our place.
My daily routine, the Korean skincare that actually changed my face, the aesthetician I fly to see, and the procedures I have tried in case you are deciding whether something is worth the flight.
I have had a couple of botched things in my past, so I am not precious about telling you what to skip. If it did not work, I will say so. If it did, I will tell you why.
No affiliates. No kickbacks. No quiet deals. We pay for everything on this list ourselves, and we keep it that way on purpose.
Not on Google. Not on Instagram. The only way in is a code we gave you, which is honestly the whole point.
Living notes. What you see today is current. When we find something better, the old one comes off.