Just as the ancient travelers did, Karavan sweeps through the land, stopping at a freshwater oasis and then once again disappearing until the season permits a return visit. While the pilgrims and merchants of times past often transported luxury silks and precious jewelry across the globe, the Karavan’s cargo is just as precious. The contents that our Karavan transports are rare and unique, its mere presence is indescribable, and its worth is beyond the limitations of currency. 

The Karavan never stops moving, always following its guiding star, the sun. Unlike the Arabian caravans that traveled miles upon miles through the desert, the myth of the Karavan isn’t based on the grueling trek through a desert landscape but the relief these brave souls felt when finally arriving at a watering hole. The journey of the Karavan is never ending and its destination is pure bliss, which is achieved every time it stops at a unique oasis. 

The myth of the Karavan has swept the world, from The Dolomites in Italy to the white beaches of Malibu. Many people speak of the Karavan and its mystery, some claiming that it always was and always will be, while others insist that it is merely a mirage, a stupefying oasis that is and isn’t at the same time. After you place your eyes on the Karavan the monotony of life will be broken and you will never be the same, the allure of the Karavan is undeniable and the hype is just.