She slips it on like a secret. Midnight black, warm and weighty, stitched from stories that don't come out in daylight. There's a flicker of green at the edge; absinthe green, sharp and sweet, like the glint of something bewitched just beneath the surface. The kind of coat you’d wear for moonlit wanderings, or solo train rides with no destination in mind.
This is Absinthe Toast to the Witching Hour.
Quilted from reclaimed vintage, the body is deep, inky black — the color of the sky when the world is sleeping. But stitched into the darkness are bright, unruly fragments of memory. Scraps of joy, bold prints, quiet colors, hidden patterns. Bits and pieces from other lives, repurposed and reimagined. They glimmer subtly in the light, like glimpses of something half-remembered.
The coat is lined and trimmed in a magical satin green, the exact shade of that first sip of absinthe. The kind that makes the veil between worlds feel a little thinner. It catches at the cuff, dances at the hem, and feels impossibly soft against the skin. The silhouette is cocooning and generous, made to fit sizes S through XL, with deep pockets ready for spell books, old ticket stubs, or whatever talismans you carry.
Durable, machine washable, and fully finished inside. One of one. Period. No further textile available in this amazing mix of patterns and shades. The kind of piece you’ll wear when the stars look close enough to touch.
For midnight dreamers, soft rebels, and anyone who still believes in a little magic after dark.
