"You see, I was 13 at the age of 9. My brain developed faster than most kids my age, thanks to my father. At 9, I saw the daily struggles my parents faced. Instead of ignoring them, I decided to help.

From as far back as I can remember, life has been full of challenges. Whether it was my dad’s business shutting down during COVID or being an older brother, I carried the responsibilities of someone much older. I used to complain about "growing up too fast," but looking back, I’m grateful. I learned how to manage a business, understand people, and take on multiple roles—father, mother, younger sibling, and older sibling (even though I’m the oldest). But deep down, I felt something was off.

In high school, God gifted me with beard growth at 16 (*remember this for later) That might sound cool now, but back then, it wasn’t. A full beard at 16, when most of my peers didn’t even have peach fuzz, made me stand out in a way I didn’t want. Instead of being admired, I was “that kid” with acne and a patchy beard. It crushed my confidence. For years, I felt ugly and believed nothing would ever change.

Then came my angel: my mother. She introduced me to skincare—cleansers and moisturisers. It helped calm my acne but didn’t completely solve it. The missing piece? Beard oil. Remember that beard I mentioned earlier? I bought a bottle of beard oil, hoping it would fill in the patches, and it worked. My beard grew thicker and healthier. But with every gift comes a curse—the oil’s harsh ingredients irritated my sensitive skin, making my acne worse. I stopped using it, and my acne disappeared. Unfortunately, so did my beard growth.

Fast forward to finishing my A-levels: A*AA in Business, Psychology, and Economics. I had the grades but no direction. I enrolled in Q*** M*** University to study business management, thinking it was the right move, but it wasn’t. I dropped out after five months, needing time to figure out my path. What came next was unexpected.

Sitting in my dark, quiet room, I reflected on who I was. I noticed the empty beard oil bottles on my table and thought about how much they had taught me. That’s when it hit me—I wasn’t the only guy struggling with patchy beards and acne. I told my mom I wanted to create something meaningful. Together, we made the first batch of Royal Groom beard oils—just five bottles. They sold out in a day.

I was shocked. I wasn’t alone in my struggles, and others needed what I had to offer. Over time, Royal Groom evolved from basic bottles to luxurious packaging. What started as a personal journey turned into a mission: to help men embrace grooming and build confidence.

Royal Groom exists to redefine men’s self-care—bold, masculine, and empowering. My goal is to show every man the power of grooming, helping them find their confidence and ultimately, Find the G in Grooming."