Host the perfect salo‑salo.Ruin everyone else's.

The art

Every guest is standing at your door.

That was the rule for the whole Guest deck. Not portraits — each one framed the way you'd actually see them. On the walkway, in front of the gate, sampaguita on the branch overhead. The moment right before you say come in, sit down, have you eaten.

There's more tucked into every card than the game strictly needs. The borders trace the geometry of Filipino tribal tattoo. Behind every description is a woven banig. Banana leaves stretch behind the food, and the same eight-ray sun from the flag rises behind each guest. None of it is labeled, and none of it asks to be noticed — but the first time someone turns a card over and says wait, my lola has that placemat, the whole thing is already working.

Even the lettering came from somewhere. The banner across every card is set in Bantayog, a typeface Jad Maza drew from the cast-iron text on Philippine historical markers — the ones that name the country’s heroes and what they did. Bantayog means monument. It felt like the right alphabet for announcing that Tita has arrived with the tsismis.

Every card drawn by hand. Every rule tested at a real family table.