Welcome to Hona-moo-moo — where time moves slow, the drinks are cold, and the cows are on permanent vacation.
This sacred isle is home to one legendary bovine, strung up in a hammock between two palms, coconut in hoof, soaking up the sunset like it’s a full-time job. No rush. No rules. No hood — because this cow doesn’t need one.
Slip into this crewneck when you’re ready to disappear to a place where the vibes are strong, the volcano’s dormant, and the only thing on your calendar is doing nothing at all.
