Penah, in old Turkish, means refuge — though the word carries something more particular than the English. It is not a hiding place. It is the place a thing returns to when the world becomes too much.
The name was chosen before the brand was. It was the kind of word that arrives in a quiet moment and refuses to leave. I tried, briefly, to find another. I could not.
Every lamp we make is, in the end, an attempt at the same thing the word describes. A small refuge. A pool of warm light to return to.