Harpswell Neck Road • Est. One Legendary Night
Down a crooked neck of road where the Atlantic licks both shores, there's a waterfront tavern the old salts won't shut up about. Maine nautical lore. Bawdy sailor-pub wit. A mermaid on a barstool with a martini and absolutely no apologies. This is the official merch.
Designed in New England • Print-on-demand • Satisfaction guaranteed (or we blame the fog)
A Taste of the Myth
Harpswell Neck Road winds through spruce and granite like it has something to hide. Locals say there's a shingled waterfront bar where the mermaids come in after dark — tail up on a stool, martini in hand, pineapple on the bar like they own the place. The sailors call it tipsy. The mermaids made it titsy. Now you can wear the legend home.
NOW SERVING FROM THE COVE MARKET
$28
Small left-chest mark. Full back artwork. The shirt from the bar that may or may not exist.
Soft garment-dyed Comfort Colors tee with the official Titsy Mermaid artwork. Coastal, local, slightly bawdy, and still fit for public company.
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Best of the Tide
Every piece stamped with the mark — mermaid, martini, and that infamous shingled tavern on the rocks.
Accessories
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Crack one open. Thin the veil. Repeat.
$14
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Home & Signs
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The Titsy Mermaid • Harpswell Neck Road • Harpswell
$48
Coming SoonThe Actual Merch Art
Your official black-and-white marks. Arched tavern sign or framed print — same siren, same bar, same trouble.
The illustration — mermaid, martini, tavern, waves — was drawn the way all the best coastal marks are: bold line work, no apologies, ready for a tee or a tavern sign. First it lived on a charcuterie board. Then a tumbler. Then a hundred texts from people who'd never set foot on Neck Road but wanted in on the legend anyway.
Moonlit color editions — blonde siren, teal tail, lantern glow — coming to the cove soon.
Not actual reviews. Obviously. Just what the fog whispered back.
I chased a white whale for less compelling reasons.
Call me impressed.
Ten thousand leagues beneath the sea, and still I had not found a better shirt.
Rime? Ancient. Mermaid? Titsy. I see no issue.
A proper garment for being shipwrecked with dignity.
Arrr, it be tasteful enough for company and suspicious enough for me.
