Part flower shop, part sex shop.
Imagine if buying lube felt more like buying flowers? Easy, natural and actually pleasurable.
This is Margo’s. Calm instead of cringe. Connection over awkwardness. Intimacy reimagined through a floral lens.
We bring the same ease, beauty and joy you feel after a frolic through a florist, into your sexual wellness experience. Stripping away shame, toxins, overwhelm and phallic-shaped gimmicks, to make way for real intimacy, to explore, celebrate and talk about, rather than hide away in sock drawers.
At its core, Margo’s is a quiet (and beautifully wrapped) f-you to the old rulebook: the one that said roses are red, violets are blue. That sex shops be fluorescent voids of plastic-wrapped blandness. That told women to stay soft but not empowered, beautiful but not loud, sexual but not too sexual.
She’s burnt out, overloaded, overlooked, touched out, censored, bored, weighed down by the mental load of it all.
Well no more we say!
Get loud! Get chatty! Charge up those vibrators ladies and buy yourself the damn flowers. Margo’s is your place, your people, your orgasm. Your invitation to return to yourself.
And if you’ve noticed, rearrange the letters of Margo’s and you’ll come to orgasm. Not the end goal, but a gentle reminder that pleasure should be playful!
Founder’s story.
Margo’s founder, Bec Patterson | Photography by Courtney King.
I built the space I couldn’t find — where sex, flowers and real connection co-exist.
Margo’s was born from a personal plot twist: a breakup, a burnout, and a big fat identity reckoning. Cue one wildly single year, new love, and the kind of rediscovery that only comes after burning everything down and starting again.
It was, in every sense, a full system reboot.
At the time, I’d spent over a decade in floristry, styling and creative direction. I loved the beauty and expression of what I did, but the waste started to feel really gross and weigh heavy on me. Meanwhile, personally I was trying to reconnect with my own body and pleasure. But where to turn to? Sex stores felt like a fluorescent-lit nightmare, awkward and male-gazey, so far from foreplay! Plastic, toxins, overwhelm, and not a single product that really spoke to me as a woman or to my design aesthetic (yes it matters)!!!
That year, my first time living alone, changed everything. I learned to listen to my body. To feel it. Trust it. I met my partner. Fell into love that felt deeply real. Then Covid hit, and with it came long-distance love, a move to the other side of the world, more isolation, loneliness, and the emotional toll of trying to fall pregnant at 38. It was a lot. But it cracked me open.
And somewhere in all of that - loss, love, and loneliness - I realised I wasn’t the only one. So many women I talked to were craving something more: pleasure that felt totally their own. Connection that ran deeper than our social feeds. Sex care that felt as safe and inviting as a flower shop.
So I created Margo’s. For the woman figuring it out. For the one in transition. For the one coming home to herself.
This is the space I needed. And now, it’s here for you too.
Bec x
Read more on Bec’s startup story here →
