More than 50,000 boxes, one on top of another, reach roughly 12,500 feet. Packed onto pallets they would fill a small warehouse. Every one of them was taped shut by a person.
Eighteen different kinds of tin have gone out across 68 months: saury, cockles, octopus, cod liver, sprat pâté, anchovies, mussels and plenty more. Half of them are things most people would never have put in their own basket. That is the whole point.
More than 3,900 cities. More than 5,100 ZIP codes. And nine countries.
Three things we are quietly proud of.
More than 20,000 of them, carrying 4,748 written messages. We read them. They are, without exception, better than anything we could write ourselves.
Nobody asked for jokes. We counted them anyway, across all 4,748 gift messages.
493 members have written us a review. These are the words they reach for most, and the parts of the box they talk about.
Every month: three tins you would not have found on your own, a snack or condiment chosen to go with them, something to eat them with, and cards telling you who caught them, which cannery packed them, and what to make for dinner. Every number on this page started with one person deciding to try it.
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