Panito, the Blue Goat New Arrivals The reindeer looked at one

The reindeer looked at one another and knew instantly: this was where they belonged

It is a transitional fragrance

Rose (Andria’s grandmother)

woolen fins brushing thyme and stone

Are there others like me here

Panito, the Blue Goat New Arrivals The reindeer looked at onePanitos Story (he deserves more than a Haiku.) It started in a village Way down south in Mexico From artisans who craft by hand Weaving vibrant colors as they go The menagerie is created slowly Each animal made with soul Then set free into the world Let the journey define their role A young goat and his bright beard Antlers pink, high and proud His hooves primed for a trek Yet his head still in the clouds Buenos dias, he said out loud As he hopped