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揺れる
回る
倒れない
重ねる
SIBUBU
It sways.
Never spills.
Even on a tray in motion, it sways just enough to absorb the shock.
It spins.
Just like its name.
It tilts.
Always stands.
Give it a light touch, and it turns — a small playfulness, hidden in its form.
It stacks.
Space becomes simple.
A self-righting form, built into the base. However far it leans, it always finds its way back to standing.
Each cup nests neatly into the next — taking up less space, and holding more together.
This cup holds a story
Touch it, and you'll know
Designed in Israel
Born from the clay of Amakusa
Made in Hasami
Shaped in Arita
A life, turned into a shape
Stone is broken. Clay is shaped. Fire does the rest. Before a single cup exists, it passes through many hands, many places — the way a life does, before it finds its form.
This shape is registered — a cup that exists nowhere else.
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