When I started dating Vanessa (now my wife), we would visit her mom's house quite often. She would sit us both down and make us a little cup of coffee, served with a spoonful of brown sugar and a slice of Dominican cake.
That happened at almost every visit. After a while, it felt like she was adopting me into her family. She treated me like her son... and it was a feeling I'd been missing in my life.
I started to associate that smell, the coffee and the cake and the brown sugar, with having a mom again.
So when we made our first fragrance, I built it to smell like her house.
I gave her the first bottle and told her we made it for her. Then I asked her to name it. She wore it for two weeks, came back, and said, "Whenever I wear this perfume, I feel like I'm sitting with my little cup of coffee."
That is how La Tacita de Café got its name.