Green heart, because regular red love is for states that only have one season. Michigan love is the kind that survives a January where the sun clocks out at 4:45, a March where the roads turn into a crater field, and a July where the water goes that unreal shade of green you can't explain to anyone from a landlocked state without sounding unhinged.
It's also the color everybody else turns when you use your hand as a map, when you describe a chili-smothered hot dog at 2am, when you mention that you can be in a forest, on a freshwater beach, and inside a brewery all before dinner. Envy, pine trees, cherry orchards, and the exact green of a lake you'd fight a stranger over. Wear it loud.
Cut for everyday comfort with a soft, broken-in feel that holds up to washes, tailgates, and questionable weather decisions. Durable print, smooth hand, no scratchy nonsense, just a solid piece you'll grab without thinking.
