They cost WHAT?
# Not All Pens Are Created Equal
(And Yes—Size Really Does Matter)
I still remember the first time someone handed me one of “those” pens from the checkout counter. It felt like holding a plastic straw with delusions of grandeur. Light, cheap, forgettable. Ten minutes later it was lost in a drawer, never to be mourned.
Then I held one of ours.
The weight settled into my palm like it belonged there. The balance was perfect, the curve of the barrel followed the exact line of my fingers, and suddenly writing wasn’t a chore—it was a pleasure again.
That moment is why we do this.
### These Are Not Pens. They Are Usable Art.
Every single piece that leaves our workshop is one-of-one. Not marketing speak—literal fact. The wild, unrepeatable figure in a slab of hundred-year-old spalted maple refuses to be copied. The pressed flowers floating in crystal-clear resin will never align the same way twice. The antique watch gears frozen in time? There’s only one pocket watch that gave its life for that pen.
We build from materials most people will never touch:
- Whiskey barrel staves that once hid liquor from Prohibition agents
- Storm-fallen burl and spalted woods that look like abstract paintings carved by nature
- Fragments of century-old shipwrecks and dock timbers salted by the sea
- Acrylics carrying genuine lunar material (yes, actual Moon, NASA-approved)
- Crushed dinosaur bone, pre-ban mammoth ivory, and ancient fossil coral
- Vintage watch movements and tiny antique parts suspended like frozen seconds
- Hand-picked dried flowers locked forever in resin
- Fordite—layer upon layer of vintage automotive paint—and even shards of the Berlin Wall
Add a theme you love (steampunk, Celtic, Art Deco, nautical, aerospace, gothic, cyberpunk, or something we dream up just for you) and the result is a tiny, functional sculpture that happens to write like a dream.
### Three Sizes. Zero Compromise.
We don’t believe in “one-size-fits-most.” We believe in one-size-fits-you.
- **Midsize** – The Goldilocks sweet spot. A little thicker, a little more presence, yet perfectly balanced for almost every hand. This is where most people fall in love first.
- **Junior** – Noticeably heftier. Built for bigger hands, stronger grips, longer writing sessions, or anyone whose fingers cramp or ache. Men gravitate here instantly, and it’s nothing short of life-changing for people with arthritis.
- **Majestic** – Bold, thick, unapologetic. The pen that walks into the room before you do. Made to command a desk, seal a contract, or become the heirloom your grandchildren fight over.
Every barrel carries subtle ergonomic curves so your hand never fights the pen—only the blank page.
### Why They Cost What They Do (And Why We’ll Never Apologize)
We could crank out hundreds of identical pens every week, slap a budget price on them, and call it a day.
But then they’d just be… pens. Disposable. Forgettable. Lost and unlost.
Instead, we make only a handful each month—sometimes just one or two of a design—because those rare materials deserve reverence, not replication.
We stay late in the shop breathing dust and resin fumes, turning, casting, polishing until our eyes burn. We lose sleep obsessing over whether the chatoyance lines up perfectly or if those pressed forget-me-nots catch the light exactly when you sign your name.
We do it so that when your pen finally arrives, it doesn’t feel like a purchase.
It feels like a reunion.
This is a hand-held fragment of captured time—heavier because history has weight, more beautiful because obsession demands it, and smoother than it has any right to be because anything less would insult every hour poured into it.
If all you need is ink on paper, the office-supply aisle is open 24/7.
But if you’re ready for the only one in the universe—crafted from wood, history, watch parts, dried flowers, dinosaur bone, lunar dust, shipwreck timber, and pure, unfiltered obsession—shaped to fit your hand, your style, your story…
…you’ve finally come home.
Take your time in the gallery. Zoom in. Run your thumb across the screen the way you will across the barrel one day soon.
One of them is going to reach out, tug at your chest, and whisper, “I’m yours.”
When you hear it, we’ll already be in the shop—tools warm, coffee brewing—ready to make it real.
Welcome home.
We’ve been waiting for you.