Light, but make it legend. Our lighters are more than fire-starters—they’re miniature altars to excess, rebellion, and the divine absurd. Gold-plated, jewel-toned, and occasionally possessed by the spirit of a disco ball, each piece is a ritual object masquerading as an accessory. Strike one, and reality flickers: smoke becomes choreography, flame becomes prophecy. For those who burn bright—and never blend in because matches are for peasants.
