Built with obsessive precision. Two sizes. Every batch numbered and dated at pour.
The five minutes after the sky breaks.
Spiced and golden, with a dark, woody warmth underneath.
Sacred and warm, lotus and resin settling in like it never left.
Salt air, driftwood, and the mineral cold of exposed sand at first light.
Woodsmoke, dried fig, and the last warmth of a garden before frost.
Some notes are still being logged. This one isn't ready to be named yet.
