(First, we’d like to apologize for referring to individual items as “blades.” This was a branding error, and one we deeply regret, as it is not an accurate representation of the average customer experience interacting with our product.)

Don’t call it common! Despite the fact that it comprises more than a quarter of all plant life on earth, it is still highly valued and sought after. A single square, a few feet by a few more, differentiates a rich neighborhood from a poor one. In some parts of the world, folks covet it so dearly that they try to flatter it, calling it a “garden.”

It is incredibly predictable, remarkably resilient, sure to halt its growth during the cold seasons and burst back to life when the days begin to lengthen. It can survive drought and fire; it spreads with ease. Would you believe that when damaged, its chemical cry for help—Green Leaf Volatiles—is still considered pleasant? The scent is so prized that it’s mimicked in perfumes, colognes, incense, and candles.

On sticky summer days, you can unleash your sweaty feet from the constraints of socks and shoes and ground them here. You’ll receive negatively charged ions from the Earth’s electric field in exchange for you positive ions, plus a potential reduction in inflammation and blood pressure, and an increase in serotonin levels to boot. That’s a helluva deal.

Not to mention, our product has displayed an extraordinary capacity to catch raindrops and dewdrops. Take a moment of your day to lean in close, observe a suspended droplet, and see the landscape curved into a crystal ball—a tiny world, all your own.

We promise to provide a pillow of softness where you can lay your head. We promise to hold steady through fire, flood, and storm. Companion to the Dandelion, Temple of the Earthworm, Beetle’s Bane, Rain’s Repose. A burst of life and hope after the darkness of the long winter.

A reminder that the world is yet alive, somehow.