Slow Down. Get Lost.

It’s already May, for crying out loud. How? When?

Somehow we blinked and winter gave way to spring, which is already halfway out the door — and if you’re anything like me, you haven’t taken a real moment to be in it. To sit still. To sip something cold. To remember what your space for.

That’s the whole point of all this tiki stuff, isn’t it?

We don’t collect mugs and swizzle sticks and obscure LPs just for show (I mean, we do, absolutely, build them for show but also to use, right?). We don’t build dark and dreamy, bamboo-trimmed, rum-soaked retreats just to pass by them on the way to answering another email.

We curate our spaces with care because they remind us to stop. To sink in. To turn on the right music, pour the good stuff, and let the air smell like pineapple and nostalgia and just a hint of danger.

So, if you were waiting for a sign, this is it: light the lamp, cue up your Les Baxter, and reclaim a little sacred strangeness for yourself. Invite a friend—or don’t. Either way, use the space you’ve created. Give it life. Let it do what it was meant to do.

This life is fast and getting faster. But you and me? We’re building something slow and intentional and wonderful.

And it deserves to be lived in.