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Some time ago, when the honey gave its first drop, the turpial wove its first nest and the mud became sacred material. A day in which the living of this world understood the richness of our soil.

Wayuu, Kamsa, Embera e Iraka

They are Najash, a snake that interweaves the magic of our Latin American history to create unique pieces.
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From the Colombian Guajira the salt keeps in its memory the history of a town that watches the world from a peninsula. Goat herders and Wayuunaiki songs mark the rhythm of the cotton threads and fibers that dance to create colorful pieces, treasures that contrast with the arid history of a people that has been thirsty but smiles among reddish skins, embraced with smudged hands by the carbon.

Hearts fed corn as yellow as gold and tubers that do not leave the earth without taking a little of it. A people that dresses in joy and wears crowns that sing colors to the sky. Shamans who cure all the ills and pieces that recreate all the goods. In the Colombian Putumayo, treasures are born that, when being used, weave in the soul a door to the magic of the ancestral world.

The pacific ocean has little of pacific, turbulent magic full of spells to its beaches and its jungle spells that enchant those who live around. The Embera people are the result of this magic. Your pieces too. Small dots of color jump over the black and brown skins, forming necklaces, fabrics and countless treasures that draw the rebellion of the Chocoan soul in the soul of those who wear them.