Nothing is as evocative of "home" as the smell of Lemon Pledge. Like the scent of popcorn or bubblegum, the unique chemical tang of Pledge (or Old English if that was your family's go-to) immediately transports us to old-fashioned childhood Saturdays helping our parents clean and polish the various corners of the house we'd spent the previous week covering in grubby handprints. One Foundry Father loved Pledge so much he once Pledged the stairs to get them looking their super-shiny freshest. They were indeed beautiful. But so slippery that a Foundry Mama (complete with load of laundry) ended up over teakettle at the bottom, covered in socks.
Rubbing sweetly scented oils all over your precious body is always a surefire way to center yourself in the present, but even more so when the oils themselves are specially formulated according to a 7,000 year old practice dedicated to balance, prevention, and self-healing.
We take great pleasure in the simple, brilliant, meditative quality to working with our hands.
We all know what makes for bad silverware (see: heavy handled knives clattering to the floor off a slippery plate, forks that won't even pretend to spear a lowly salad leaf, spoons that run off for clandestine moonlit rendezvous with the dish etc.) but what makes *good* silverware?
It only took a single morning breakfast meeting for us to fall head over perfectly-organized-beautifully-functional-kitchen heels for Hasami's line of elegant, simple, interchangeable earthenware.