Each rack is built from real driftwood branches, so the hooks are limbs the tree grew itself, not dowels screwed into a printed panel. The teak is dried until the moisture meter reads done, so a hook does not loosen when the furnace runs all winter. Every hook falls at a usable height and angle, the wood stabilized, sanded glass-smooth, and oiled by hand until a wool collar slides off clean.
By the door it does the entryway's hardest job — stopping the pile of coats and bags before it spreads down the hall — while looking nothing like hardware. It ships mounted and ready, no wordless diagram and no lost Saturday. Coats come and go all day; when the wall goes bare in summer, the branches stand on their own as the piece you are glad you kept up.