When the soft texture of long-fiber wood pulp encounters the natural vitality of Chinese herbs, it gives birth to "Salon Straw Paper" — this is not just a piece of paper, but a whispered secret folded by nature, a condensed breath of plants, a love letter woven by the earth through fibers.
Brushing your fingertips over the 120g lightness, it feels like touching the new cotton floss sprouting in early spring, mixed with the fluffiness of wind sweeping across wheat fields; pressing the 245g solidness, it's like leaning against a compacted haystack in late autumn, hiding the mellow depth of aged tea cakes. The faint fragrance lingering in your breath has distinct layers: first, the rich base of mug wort after frost, then the crispness of mint bathed in sunlight rises, finally lingering with the sweetness of the wood pulp itself, and occasionally bumping into the slightly astringent aftertaste of chinaberry bark, like walking through a morning herbal stall, where the air is filled with the codes of plant growth.
The 20 color types are like a palette spread out by the four seasons of nature. The blue-gray of late spring carries the moisture of night rain, hiding the faint traces of falling magnolia petals; the green of early summer is soaked with the warmth of light spots and the coolness of a flowing stream; the beige of frost's descent condenses the whiteness of morning dew, wrapping the sweetness of residual warmth from the threshing ground; and there's the dark gray of pine smoke in deep winter, carrying the stillness of snow-laden branches... Each hue bears the curve of growth, a makeup naturally dyed by plants, unpretentious yet inherently displaying the elegance polished by time.
Craftsmanship here becomes a footnote to nature. The fern leaf edges cut by die-cutting carry the curve of morning dew rolling off; the gold stamping is not a cold metallic color, but the warm light of the rising sun kissing grass tips; the embossing makes mint leaf veins rise like reliefs, allowing you to feel the leaves' yearning for sunlight; the cloud shadows and mountain mists rendered by flat and screen printing, when examined closely, even have the flowing sense of fog dispersing; the partial UV is just like the moment when sunlight suddenly glances over leaf tips after a sudden rain. All techniques bow to echo nature, letting creativity take root freely in the texture of plants.
From wood pulp to finished product, every bit of reassurance is hidden in the details. In the wood grain with FSC certification, you can count the annual rings of the forest; in the fibers traceable by EUDR, lie the breath of plowed land; in the reports of SGS and MSDS, are written gentle promises to the skin. We deeply understand that the experience of returning to nature is never just a sensory indulgence, but also the certainty welling up in the heart when holding this paper — what you touch is all the purity that can stand the sun's exposure.
When the pen tip glides across the paper, it's like writing poetry on the palm lines of plants; when the eyes sweep over the colors, it's like strolling through the wilderness of the four seasons' cycle. Salon Chinese Herbs makes paper no longer the boundary of creation, but an extension of nature. When fingertips touch the paper, it's already an embrace with plants, a coexistence with heaven and earth — after all, it's not the paper that's growing, but nature, in the form of paper, quietly dwelling in every heart that yearns for the wilderness.