Close your eyes, play this.

Side A

If, on a fresh morning, we felt a quiet urge to fog up the windscreen of our car. Let the engine warm under the sun. Drive to a coastline simply because it has mist. Simply because it has salt. Dig our feet into the champagne shine of wet sand. Sit next to breath for an entire day. Would we recognise this as a need for pause? Pause, like air, is necessary – but places of pause can be hard to find.

TAMA is a place of pause. A promise of pause.

Side B

A breath in a breathless world. A soft dream at the edge of reality. Time dropping away. The sweet serenity of two relaxed lungs and the scent of palo santo. To experience TAMA is to check into a daydream. To leave your jeans at the door, your worries too, and slip into escape for a while. To slip into peace. We exist to offer stillness in a fast world. And to promise peace and pause and solitude where your skin meets a dream.