Collection: Nectar

We aren’t out to impress. Or Complain.

We’d rather put on a crab boil than put on airs.

We have colorful nicknames. Use colorful language. Have colorful tattoos.

Know how to tame a wave, or a crepe myrtle if it’s getting outta hand.

Some people call us good souls. Good neighbors. Good people.

The one you call when you’re stuck in a ditch.

We’re warm, not soft. Strong, not assholes.

Kinda rare these days, but not extinct.

We are the grid of the North. The brine of the mid-Atlantic. The soul of the South.

We are the Salt of the East.