The Drowned Hours

Wrapped in a tide of faded blue, The Drowned Hours is a vessel for time that once breathed but now lies submerged. Its body — stitched in ocean-dark suede and clasped with iron buckles — recalls the weight of water, the kind that swallows ships and stories alike.

The strap is a procession of vintage watch faces, each frozen in its own shipwrecked second. Green, red, pink, and gold dials glimmer like relics dredged from the depths, a chromatic reminder that even in decay, beauty survives. Carried at your side, it becomes a reliquary of drowned memories — a treasure not salvaged, but resurrected.

To wear The Drowned Hours is to claim dominion over the forgotten seas of time.

“Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me.” — Psalm 42:7