The lunch rush at Le Jardin des Épices was blazing. Pots clanged, gumbo bubbled, and sunlight crashed through the front windows like it was auditioning for a spotlight. Customers wiped their brows between bites, trying to enjoy the spice without soaking in sweat.

The azaleas were in full bloom in the Garden District when Jean got the call. A family’s sunroom, once their favorite nook, had become a midday oven — flooded with heat, faded cushions, and a TV that begged for shade.

In a city where heat hums off wrought iron balconies and second-line rhythms echo through the streets, a brand was born—not just to tint windows, but to protect homes, empower businesses, and honor Crescent City culture.