Penna Tuzza

Liolà is carefree, mischievous, rebellious. Irresistible. Never alone. He always has someone around: his mother, his lovers, his uncle, his children, his many children, his friends. Thus, my Liolà, who follows him, could not remain alone. For this, I gave her Mita and Tuzza.

Tuzza allegedly killed the good Liolà, so strong was the rancor for not having married her. So, creating it, I thought that my first click pen (capable of sticking with a thumb) should bear his name. My Tuzza, in olive tree, carob tree and lemon is agile, fast, ruthless.

SYGLA is born from the earth. And from hands, and thoughts, that know how to take care of it.

From the countryside to the fingers, each step is liturgy. Sygla pens are trees. All.

And the trees breathe, pulsate, feel. Wood absorbs the world next to it. And so each SYGLA wooden pen keeps Sicily on the skin. Wood absorbs the time that walks on it.

And so SYGLA wooden pens write living words. Mothers of an endless memory.