The brand is built like the houses: lime-washed ground, stone-grey ink, nothing taller than it needs to be. Pasture green rolls through the dividers, Pacific blue does the acting, honey gold warms the dark sections like cogon thatch. Bricolage Grotesque has the hand-cut sturdiness of a wall that laughs at typhoons; Victor Mono keeps the boat log, cursive italics like a notebook in an honesty shop.
Two recurring devices: the rolling-hills divider with dashed stone walls beneath the pasture line, and the hexagonal stone as section numeral. The mark gathers the trinity: hills, stone house, lighthouse, one wave.