Ector is small, crooked, and entirely his own. Hand-shaped here in Waimea from rich koa wood, he carries a tilted charm that makes him stand out among the others. His edges wander, his stance leans, and yet that’s exactly what gives him soul.
Finished with coffee grounds for depth and sealed with food-safe wax, he’s built to last while keeping his playful character intact. Ector doesn’t pretend to be straight or polished—he wears his crookedness proudly, because that’s what makes him unforgettable. He isn’t trying to be perfect—he’s trying to be Ector.
