PEN STORIES

Gloria ruby red wish you a happy lunar new year

New Year's Day – we, too, bloom in our blossoming world - Kobayashi Issa Is there anything sprouting in your garden already? This exquisite guilloche Gloria ruby red fountain pen is a perfect on...

Put Tiger King Pen into your pocket

2022 is the year of tiger Sounds like a perfect timing for opening new possibilities, isn’t it? In Taiwan, tiger god, also called “Hu-ye” or "Tiger General", is an accompanying deity. In the anci...

Wine-dark sea and Rosa Burgundy

When we hold a Rosa Burgundy in hand, we imagined the wording “wine-dark sea” in Homer’s “Odyssey”.  Life is a journey. Adventure is risky. But to pursue, to explore, and to achieve... Life is a...

Take a sip of the melting tiger butter

“How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.” - Norwegian Wood In the spring of 1978, after watching a baseball game in the afternoon...

Wish you a happy holiday and the story behind Antique'II

Christmas is more than a day in December It's the magic and the love That we’ll always remember —M.E. Miro   Antique’II is made from recycled copper. Copper is one of the few materials that ...

The nature is so unpredictable

—and so inspiring. Spencerian script and fountain pen Looking back to the 19th century, when Platt Rogers Spencers created the Spencerian script, he designed fonts based on what he had seen in dail...

A good pen give us the right to forget

 If men learn this, it will implant forgetfulness in their souls; they will cease to exercise memory because they rely on that which is written, calling things to remembrance no longer from within...

Laban Fountain pens for gentlemen

Did you notice that our fathers’ hand writing are so beautiful? In Taiwan, people who born in the 50-60’s —our parents’ generation—need to take strict calligraphy classes in elementary school. They...

Happy Easter with Emerald Green!

Every real solution is only reached by intense suffering. -Carl Jung Happy Easter! We again experience the sacrifice, death, and rebirth of the four seasons. It was a cold, desolate winter ─ the ...

The daisy and the forest

The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom—the laughter of daisies—the piping of grasses—many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The bea...