what the fuck is matcha.
An ode to the one true drink. A small Kosovar makiato in a fine copperplate engraving across the back — glass, saucer, spoon and rising steam — above MAKIATO in letterspaced serif capitals, the only question that matters beneath it, and the footnote: Prishtina coffee culture, est. forever. Undyed cream cotton, Illyrian knot at the sleeve, woven label at the hem. Always available.
ALL MEASUREMENTS IN CM, GARMENT FLAT.