Pines are rooted deep, unbothered by the rush of the modern world. Standing tall between highways. Out where the wild things still grow. They smell like morning. Fresh air. Childhood.

We started Pines because life began to feel like it was slipping through our fingers. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into years. Seasons blurred together. The present moment kept getting away, always thinking about what was next, always trying to keep up with the Jones’. Somewhere along the way, the good stuff started to fade.
Pines is a reminder to slow it down. To stop and smell the pines.

The good stuff is the breeze on the back porch after a long day. A song turned up too loud with the windows down. Salt water on your skin. Dirt on your boots. Hitting a shot out of bounds and laughing because you’re still out on the course. The moments that make you feel alive.

Now more than ever, we believe we need a constant reminder to slow life down. When you spend all your time trying to get ahead, life has a way of passing you by. One day we’ll all be six feet beneath the pines, and none of the noise will matter. What will matter is how present you were for the ride.

Pines makes timeless American classics for people who value the long way home, worn-in shoes, and a hand-me-down watch. It’s about finding what grounds you. What slows you down. What reminds you you’re alive.

Find your pines. And stop and smell ’em while you can.