Plaguewood took form in 2025, deep in the restless corners of New Jersey, where the nights hang heavy and the air feels charged with old whispers. From the beginning, nothing about our craft has been automated or rushed. Every deck is summoned into existence entirely by hand, with only the bare minimum of power tools.

Each board is hand-shaped, carved, and sanded through hours of quiet, deliberate work. Grain by grain, curve by curve, the deck evolves under human touch alone, carrying the subtle marks of the maker and the spirit of the workshop. No two pieces leave our doors the same, each one bears its own character, its own tension, its own story.

Plaguewood isn’t mass-produced. It’s manifested. Crafted in the dim glow of New Jersey’s backrooms, where patience rules and the wood decides when it’s ready.

Forged by hand. Guided by instinct. Built for those who appreciate the strange, odd,  and the meticulously made.