Green heart, because that is the exact shade everyone else turns when they find out you get crabs steamed in that legendary peppery seasoning while they are out there eating boardwalk fries with no personality whatsoever. This is not love. This is envy, and it is pointed directly at you.
Think about it: a state that fits beaches, mountains, a giant salty bay, and a flag so unhinged it looks like a tablecloth that lost a bar fight. Humidity that could poach an egg, traffic on the beltway that qualifies as a spiritual retreat, and locals who will absolutely correct your pronunciation of a street name you have never heard before. Yeah, go ahead and be jealous. We earned it.
Built from soft, breathable fabric with a stitch that survives the wash, the steam pot, and whatever happens after the second pitcher. Roomy enough to move in, structured enough to look like you meant it, and comfortable from the tailgate lot to the couch coma afterward.
