To Wear

Tunisia didn’t ask to be capital. It became one. In Sejnane, clay still follows the logic of land, silence, and women’s hands. What began as function became legacy.

Not all gifts need to impress. Some just need to hold. Tunisian honey carries land, care, and rhythm, and quietly says what words can’t.

Mass production forgot something Tunisian artisans never lost: rhythm, origin, and the intelligence of the hands. This is not nostalgia, it’s structure that still works.