About Buddi
From the past, with love
From the past, with love
each collection is a message from a place you’ve never been, but somehow miss. a memory you haven’t worn yet.
every collection comes from a different character from the past.
i usually get a postcard first, then they mail me a package (buddi — hence the dear buddi) that captures their world, and i pass it on to you.
a moment you weren’t there for, but now get to keep.
every drop is completely different — new character, new story, new goods. you never know what you’re gonna get.
every drop is limited — once it’s gone, it’s gone.
each collection is a message from a place you’ve never been, but somehow miss. a memory you haven’t worn yet.
every collection comes from a different character from the past.
i usually get a postcard first, then they mail me a package (buddi — hence the dear buddi) that captures their world, and i pass it on to you.
a moment you weren’t there for, but now get to keep.
every drop is completely different — new character, new story, new goods. you never know what you’re gonna get.
every drop is limited — once it’s gone, it’s gone.
Happy Days Collection 1 - Uncle Jerry, Fiji Islands 1952
In 1952, Jerry left for Fiji. He said he’d be back by the Fourth… but never came home.
Weeks later, a postcard arrived: It’s not happy hour anymore. It’s Happy Days. He wrote about a place where time stops keeping score — golden hour forever, skies that never lose their blue, drinks that appear before you ask. The kind of world where a man can surf on a strip of bacon and it somehow makes sense.
Since he wasn’t returning, Jerry sent Happy Days instead, a piece of his endless island escape, made to feel like you’ve stepped inside his world… the first of many stories waiting in Buddi’s mailbox.
In 1952, Jerry left for Fiji. He said he’d be back by the Fourth… but never came home.
Weeks later, a postcard arrived: It’s not happy hour anymore. It’s Happy Days. He wrote about a place where time stops keeping score — golden hour forever, skies that never lose their blue, drinks that appear before you ask. The kind of world where a man can surf on a strip of bacon and it somehow makes sense.
Since he wasn’t returning, Jerry sent Happy Days instead, a piece of his endless island escape, made to feel like you’ve stepped inside his world… the first of many stories waiting in Buddi’s mailbox.
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