Our Story
Started by a father and daughter on an island named for exactly what it gave them.
Isle of Hope is a real island on the Skidaway River, just south of Savannah — moss in the oaks, tide in the marsh, and a soap-making cottage where this whole thing began. We started making soap for one reason: our daughter’s sensitive skin needed something better than what came from a plastic bottle. So we learned, tested, refined, and tested again, until the bars we made for her were good enough to hand to neighbors. Then the neighbors started asking for more.
Somewhere in all that testing we made the decision that still defines every bar we pour: milk, not water. A lot of goat milk soap starts with water and a scoop of powdered milk. Ours never does — fresh Georgia goat milk is the liquid in every batch. It costs more and it’s harder to work with, and we’d make that trade again every time.
Today it’s still a family affair — small batches, poured and cut by hand, cured properly on wooden racks until they’re ready. That cure time is why a batch sometimes sells out before the next one comes off the rack. Good things keep island time.