We believe myths don’t belong to the past—Their echo can still awaken today.
Once, you dreamt of yourself alone—strong, quiet, determined. Maybe you saw yourself in a misty forest. Or on the edge of a ship, wearing a pitch-black coat, smoking an unfiltered cigarette. Or standing in a room filled only with the things you’ve created. In those serene moments of your future, you are always alone. You were always free.
But life happens. Some dreams get “corrected.” Some are just… forgotten. Especially if you’re a woman—because somewhere along the line, we were told that being alone, being wild, being powerful wasn’t for us.
At Coventum, we never accepted that.
We built a world where women are not burned for being witches—but celebrated for it. Where the word “witch” isn’t a fantasy or a threat—but a woman who remembers. A woman who resists. A woman who shapes things with her hands and refuses to be reshaped by fear.
That’s why every piece in Coventum is handmade, never mass-produced.
Where a simple pendant carries myth on its chains, and a crocheted beanie holds the warmth of a woman’s hands.
Coventum is more than a store.
We are a living archive of myth, symbol, and meaning.
Every product is a vessel—of our collective memory, rebellion, transformation.
We design to remember who we are. And we make to remember what we’re made of.
We believe magic is real—not in fairy tales, but in intention. In reclaiming symbols. In crafting meaning by hand.
WHO WE ARE?
We are two women who met in a corporate world that didn’t speak our language. So we made a new one.
Philosophy majors, dream-hoarders, ritual-lovers. So we did what women have always done:
Lit a fire. Made something with it.
Coventum was born from that spark. A response to the noise. A space to grow what’s been buried:
The power of making. The stories no one told us, but we somehow remembered.
And now, we invite you in—not just to wear our pieces, but to be part of our myth.
Because whether you’re a healer or a skeptic, a dreamer or a fighter—if you’ve ever felt the fire in your gut and the stories in your bones:
You belong here.
Coventum: Symbols made by hand. Stories worn as armor. Magic, reimagined.
