Not about shade. About symbol. This cap marks you as part of the chosen few who live by flame. Wear it, and you carry the crest of those who don't just cook β they forge legacies.
Not a shirt. A banner. When you wear it, you're declaring fire as yours to command. Every flame, every smoke ring, every meal forged under pressure β this is the mark of the firekeeper.
Not comfort. Armor. This is what carries you through cold mornings, long nights, and endless fire checks. When others quit, you endure. The fire respects only those who last.
This isn't a mug. It's a vessel. Built for the dawn patrols, the midnight checks, the hours where the pit smolders and only the committed remain. Every sip is part of the ritual β fueling you while the fire tests your endurance. It's not about coffee or cold drink. It's about carrying the fire wherever you go.
This isn't an apron β it's a declaration of leadership. The pit is your battlefield, and this is your badge of rank. Every strap and loop exists for warriors of the flame. You don't put this on to cook. You put it on to lead.
