Hi, my name is Katy, and I am an Aesop addict.
I rub their products on my face and my hands and my body on a daily basis and frequently catch myself smiling after taking in a big whiff of their Resurrection hand balm.
I want to scream every time someone says “Ayy-sop” instead “Ee-sop” and secretly live to have my hands washed in store by their zen-inducing consultants.
And sometimes, when it’s really cold at night and I’m feeling a little bit lonely, I wonder what it must be like to work for Aesop. To be on their payroll, to have countless lotions at your disposal, and to bathe in the greatness of their minimal aesthetic. And so after months of daydreaming, I decided to do just that.
Speaking to a number of current and former employees from both retail spaces and their Melbourne-based head office, this is what I discovered about the weird, wacky and wonderful rules of Aesop.