Before mortals ever spoke the word Kaminos, it was a whisper on Mount Olympus.
The gods had palaces, temples, thunderbolts, drama… but their fireplaces were a disaster.
Zeus insisted on huge flames that smoked up the marble ceilings.
Poseidon kept trying to install water features next to the fire.
Ares wanted everything in black steel and war banners.
Aphrodite complained the light was “not flattering enough.”
In the middle of all this chaos was Hestia—goddess of the hearth.
Her job was simple: keep the fire that makes a house feel like a home.
Hestia looked at the mess and said:
“Enough. We’re doing this properly.”
She imagined a hearth that was:
Beautiful like a temple,
Calm like a monastery,
Smart enough that even Zeus couldn’t mess it up.