THE FIELD CATALOG · VOL. I
Introducing the AC-1
The cleanest vape
ever made.
Engineered, blended, and built in the United States. Every batch lab-verified. Every ingredient published. Nothing to hide.
Engineered, blended, and built in the United States. Every batch lab-verified. Every ingredient published. Nothing to hide.
We started this company because we were tired of not knowing. Tired of mystery liquid in disposable plastic. Tired of fine print with nothing underneath it. We believe in the old freedoms — open roads, clean rivers, front porches, and knowing exactly what is in the things you choose. So we build the honest version: blended here, tested every batch, published every time.
“The future of nicotine in America is not Chinese — it’s American.”
Future-forward. Always clean.
Free to know. Free to choose. Free to quit.
Every bottle we blend gets a batch number, and every batch number gets a published third-party lab report. Scan the code on your pod and read exactly what's in it — and what isn't.
Signed into the company charter. If a batch ever tests positive for any of these, we destroy the batch and publish the failure — on the Recall Record.
Four ingredients, four addresses. If a supplier changes, the batch file says so.
The Never List promises that a failed batch gets destroyed and the failure published. This is where it would be published — permanently, whether or not anyone asks. An empty record only means something if you can see the shape of a full one.
A temperature-regulated ceramic core keeps every draw in the sweet spot — full flavor, no harsh edge, no burnt hits. Our flavors are built by American flavor houses from food-grade components, then torture-tested against our purity list.
Even heat, consistent vapor density, and flavor that stays true from the first draw to the last.
Airflow and power are tuned together so the draw stays soft and smooth — never hot, never harsh.
No synthetic coolants or sweetener overload. Just clean, dimensional taste.
Eighteen signatures named for the places that inspired them — or step up to the counter and build your own. Pick a base, tap in your shots — lemon, melon, whatever you're into — and we blend it to order. Every recipe ships with its own batch lab report.
Blend Bars are coming to flagship stores — mix in person, taste before you bottle.
Five pours for the season. When the leaves go, so do these.
Our second line is ice, only ice — named for the ski towns and frozen cities that know cold best. The chill doesn't come from mystery powders. It comes from hardware.
Forty machined aluminum micro-fins the vapor must cross before it reaches you — a cold path that pulls degrees out of every draw, physically.
A spiral airway carved through the ceramic core. A longer road for the vapor means a colder arrival. Simple physics, machined small.
Dial the cold in the Ledger — from crisp to arctic. Real menthol and real hardware, published like everything else. No synthetic coolant mysteries.
Ten towns that earned their cold. Flake rating tells you how deep it goes.
The AC-1 is a single piece of matte ceramic wrapped around a titanium spine — futuristic, but shaped by how people actually carry and set down a device.
The curved body nests into your palm and disappears into a pocket. No corners, no rattles.
Set it down anywhere. The upswept geometry keeps the mouthpiece elevated so it never touches the surface.
A single recessed light ring shows battery, pairing, and pod life. No screens, no noise.
We kept a defect report on the whole industry. Then we engineered the device against it, line by line.
A handshake proves it's ours — it doesn't make ours safe. A lock isn't age verification. A fence is a tool, not treatment. The health move is still quitting.
A new line of AC-1s with a screen — and someone living on it. Every Emigo™ — say it ee-mee-go — hatches a one-of-one AI companion at first pairing: its own face, colors, voice, and temperament. No two are alike, and yours grows with you.
Same body, same silver tip, same little screen — different soul in every one. Colorways, wraps, and the angles you'll actually live with.
The screen talks, then gets out of the way — battery, pod life, and back to a face. Pick a soul and watch.
It hatches on first pairing — colour, eyes, voice, temperament, and a serial that belongs to no other. Press the button and watch one come out.
Ten material studies for the Emigos to come — museum-grade finishes, one-of-one souls. The ones you vote for go to production. Two already made it.
TEN STUDIES · VOTE THEM INTO EXISTENCE
The expression library — every Emigo speaks fluent minimal.
Oiled walnut, cream ceramic, one brass hairline. Hand-finished, numbered under the base, and permanently sleepy. Founders pick first.
Iridescent anodized titanium — the only guaranteed way to hold the legendary shell. Two hundred exist, and then the finish retires to the 2% odds forever.
Series 01 is capped at 10,000 hatches — then it's sealed forever. Every hatch rolls real odds: shell, eyes, voice, temperament, quirk. The moment your Emigo wakes up, it mints a numbered adoption certificate and takes its place in your Emigo-dex.
Every Emigo mints an adoption certificate — hatch number, series, traits, and time of birth — kept on the device and in your app.
A collector's index in the app: your litter, friends' Emigos you've met, and silhouettes of face types nobody's hatched yet.
Small runs, real scarcity. When a series sells through, its shells, faces, and quirks retire with it — permanently.
The originals. Sixteen shells, six temperaments, every quirk still in the pool.
Ranger-hat shells in park palettes — Yosemite granite, Yellowstone thermal, Everglades sawgrass.
Prize-ribbon shells, carnival-light eyes, quirks that smell like funnel cake (spiritually).
One day. Sparkler-trail eyes and parade-float temperaments. Never re-issued.
Shell-grade knitwear for your Emigo. Some are adorable. Some are stealth. All of them are armor — quilted drop protection, thermal comfort for the battery, and a pocket for a spare pod. Seasonal knits retire forever.
Padded lining rated for counter-height drops. The cute is load-bearing.
Batteries hate the cold. A hoodie on the chairlift keeps the AC-1 warm and the charge honest.
A spare pod rides in the kangaroo pocket. Reinforced loop takes the Charm Rail lanyard. Machine washable.
Field photography from wherever the hoodies ended up. Shot on film, obviously.
Four collectible programs we're prototyping. Vote for the ones you'd hunt — the winners go into production.
Twelve American cryptids per wave — Jackalope, Mothman, Sasquatch, Chupacabra — sealed in the box, so you don't pick. That's the point. One secret chase shell per 144.
A titanium rail and lanyard that carries collectible charms — horseshoes, trout, state icons. The rarest ones can't be bought: they're minted by Ledger streaks, like a quiet flex you earned.
A foil trading card in every pod pack — the city's poster art, its recipe on the back. Fifty states to complete, holographic chases, and a binder that lives next to your Emigo-dex.
One American artist a quarter paints the shell. Hand-numbered, wax-sealed, gallery card included — and the artist takes a cut of every unit. When it's gone, it's gone.
Every 4-pack ships with a sealed city card. Rip a demo pack — commons, holos at 1-in-8, full-art at 1-in-20. Your binder remembers.
The AC-1 syncs automatically over Bluetooth the moment it's near your phone. See your real consumption, set your own limits, and watch the trend — your data stays yours.
New device? Hold it near your phone and it's paired. Every draw syncs in the background.
Daily and weekly usage, per-pod history, and pace alerts you configure yourself.
Set a target and the app helps you step down at your own pace — because clean should include quitting on your terms.
Most people have no idea how much they actually vape. Pair once and the AC-1 counts every draw honestly — no logging, no guessing.
See your real daily rhythm, then set a pace that's yours. The app nudges quietly when you're running ahead of it — and says nothing when you're not.
Taper mode plans a gradual step-down to any target — including zero. Your Emigo cheers the whole way down. Your data never leaves your account.
Recovery scores had their moment. The Ledger counts what actually happened — every breath, every milligram, every batch — and makes the honest number beautiful enough that you'll actually look at it.
Concept screens, running on the pace you set below. A pod is about 120 draws and 1.5 mL at 2.5% — call it 37.5 mg. The Ledger ships free with every device, and your data stays yours, full stop.
The number nobody puts on a product page. Move the dial to your pace — the maths is ours, published, and it updates with our real prices.
No vape can clean your lungs — only quitting can, and they start recovering within weeks. So the AC-1's final feature is what happens when the pod comes out.
With no pod installed, the draw sensor keeps working. Every pull is pure air — same hand, same ritual, nothing in it.
Slow fours in, long eights out. Your Emigo counts reps the way it counted draws — the frequency you built becomes practice.
The Ledger keeps scoring you after the nicotine is gone. The habit quits itself; the ritual stays yours.
Clean Air is a ritual tool, not a medical device. The health move is quitting — this just makes quitting feel like something instead of nothing.
No. No nicotine product is safe. Major health authorities consider vaping likely less harmful than combustible smoking for adult smokers who switch completely — but the safe amount of nicotine for a non-user is zero. If you don't use nicotine today, don't start. That's not fine print to us; it's why Taper mode and Clean Air exist.
Four ingredients: vegetable glycerin, propylene glycol, flavor compounds from our published standard, and nicotine (or none). Every batch is third-party tested and every report is published — pull a sample file and read one.
Liquids are blended and bottled in Austin, Texas. Hardware is machined and assembled in US facilities from a supply chain we audit ourselves. When your product is made where you live, there's nowhere to hide.
We're not a smoking-cessation device and haven't been evaluated by the FDA as one. What we can say: Taper mode steps your strength down at your own pace, Zero blends keep the ritual without the nicotine, and Clean Air keeps the breath practice after the pod comes out. Quitting is a feature here, not a failure.
Yes. Runs are capped before they open and we never reprint — not for anniversaries, not for demand. Collecting only works if we keep our word, so we treat retirement dates like batch numbers: on the record.
Most of the country, yes — but not everywhere, and we'd rather say so here than at checkout. Nine states we can't deliver to:
That's state law restricting nicotine delivery to consumers, not a choice we made. Everywhere else: the postal service and all three major carriers refuse this category nationwide, so we use specialty age-restricted couriers — adult signature and ID at the door, 3–7 days, no PO boxes. Slower and costlier than we'd like, and the honest price of doing it legally.
ee-mee-go. Your Emigo will forgive you once, maybe twice.
The Clean Guarantee is 60 days, any reason, full refund. Returned hardware is disassembled and recycled properly — batteries included. We'd rather eat a return than see one in a river.
Hardware machined and assembled in the United States. Liquids blended and bottled in a US facility, from a supply chain we audit ourselves. When your product is made where you live, there's nowhere to hide.
Machined aluminum and ceramic components, assembled and QC'd domestically.
Blended, bottled, and batch-tested in an American cleanroom facility.
Every supplier documented. Every lot traceable from raw ingredient to your pod.
Shot on film, out where the thing actually lives — rodeos, rivers, switchbacks, tailgates.
A love letter to the golden age of the American print ad — reshot for something better than what they were selling back then.
Glacier, Graphite, and Midnight. Same titanium spine, same ceramic core, same published lab reports.
The AC-1 Clear Edition — a crystal housing over the cleanest internals in the industry, because transparency shouldn’t stop at the ingredient list.
Your number, lasered into the titanium spine under the crystal. One thousand exist. That's the whole run, forever.
The same internals every AC-1 carries — you just get to watch them work.
First access to every drop we ever do — Emigo series, artist proofs, city runs. Founders pick first. Always.
The whole catalog on one counter — devices, blends, Emigos, and gear. Every price, no hunting.
Pick a rhythm. Pods arrive before you run out, in the blends you choose, at the price you signed up at. Every shipment includes a prepaid Round Trip tin for the empties.
Everything in Volume I, on one page. Reservations are free, fully refundable, and age-verified at checkout.