Collection: The Heretic's Garden

For some of us, gardens were the first place we learned God was disappointed in us. A naked woman. A piece of fruit. A lifetime of being blamed.

The Heretics Garden rewrites that story. Here, the garden is where you return to your body, your hunger, your boundaries. It’s where you stop apologizing for wanting more than survival. It’s where you let yourself be a little feral, a little holy, and completely your own.

Wear these pieces as armor, as humor, as a small act of defiance. Or just because they’re cute and you’re tired of carrying everyone else’s salvation on your back.