There was a time, not too long ago (okay, maybe a few decades and several cassette tapes ago), when finding a penny on the ground meant you were basically rich. You’d scoop it up like a tiny copper miracle, whisper “find a penny, pick it up,” and immediately start dreaming of the empire you were about to build...

Baseball and summer go together like hot dogs and mustard. Or overpriced stadium food and zero regrets. There’s just something about a ballpark hot dog—maybe it’s the nostalgia, maybe it’s the magic, or maybe it’s just the fact that after paying $12, you will convince yourself it’s the best one you’ve ever had...

There’s a very specific kind of magic reserved for summer nights. The kind where time didn’t exist, shoes weren’t a thing, and the air smelled like cut grass and possibility. And nothing captured that magic quite like chasing fireflies...

If I had a time machine, there’s a solid chance I’d set the dial straight to the 1950s—right to a Friday night sock hop where the music’s loud, the milkshakes are thick, and the biggest scandal of the evening is someone stepping on your saddle shoes...

There was a time when the front porch was more than just an architectural afterthought. It was a way of life—a built-in front-row seat to the rhythm of the day. It’s where you’d watch the world go by, catch up on town gossip (or make some), wave to neighbors, and drink a bottle of pop so cold it left condensation rings on the wooden railing...

Once upon a time, before texts, emails, and the ability to instantly react to messages with a thumbs-up emoji, we had something called the mailbox—a magical, mysterious portal that delivered everything from birthday cards (hopefully stuffed with cash) to handwritten letters from faraway friends...

Blueberry pie—arguably one of the best things to ever happen to a stick of butter and a pile of sugar. While apple pie may get all the patriotic glory, blueberries have been a staple in American kitchens for centuries…

Ah, family—like the branches of an old oak tree, twisting and turning with shared DNA, long-told stories, and the occasional debate over who really makes the best potato salad…

Ah, lemonade. That golden, ice-cold elixir of summer. The official drink of front porches, sweaty kids, and mysteriously overpriced roadside stands run by ambitious six-year-olds. It’s as American as apple pie—except, well, it came from way over yonder...

The peony is the drama queen of the garden—big, ruffled, and impossible to ignore. Loved for centuries in art and poetry, it’s the kind of flower that makes a grand entrance and then disappears just as quickly…

Seltzer bottles, also known as soda siphons, hold a cherished place in American history, evoking a sense of nostalgia for a bygone era. Inspired by these distinctive bottles, we have designed our signature floral diffuser bottles to capture that same vintage charm, blending nostalgia and classic Americana into our product line...

Benjamin Franklin suggested the design for the first one-cent coin, commonly known as the penny.  The penny was the first currency of any type authorized by the United States, and for over two centuries, the penny's design has symbolized the spirit of the nation, from Liberty to Lincoln...