The surface interval is the cold part. This is what you pull on over a damp rash guard while the boat runs back in: four die-cut decals for Bonaire, Palau, the Red Sea and Cozumel, stacked the way stickers actually collect on a well-travelled trunk. Overlapping, mismatched, each from a different shop in a different decade.
It's a vintage scuba sweatshirt for the diver who keeps a logbook and remembers the viz on the day. No pun, no diver silhouette, no dive flag. Just four real places and the quiet flex of having been to them.
Each decal is knocked out with a fat die-cut border, the outermost ink of a limited three-plate palette, so the stack reads crisp and complete on every shade.
The obvious buy after a trip or a new certification, the kind of self-gift that comes with a date attached. It also handles a partner or a parent who's been diving longer than you've been alive.
Log it. Wear it. Go back.
