(For Roza)

A leaf that faced the storm with grace,
Yet found the sun in time and place.
The ring reflects what cannot die,
We carry her as days go by.

Shared Treasure:

When we select a jewel for our collection, we look for more than beauty. A piece must also tell the truth of its own time. To us, a jewel deserves its place when both its subject and its technique are faithful to the period in which it was made. A jewel that imitates a period rather than belongs to it would not easily find a place in our collection.

Seen through that lens, this brooch stands firmly within its century. The scene of Venus, Mars and Vulcan reflects the nineteenth-century fascination with classical ideals, revived through the art of Bertel Thorvaldsen. The Danish sculptor, often mentioned alongside Canova, brought to neoclassicism a northern calm and clarity that gave myth new dignity. Born in Copenhagen as the son of a woodcarver, he rose to international fame in Rome, where his serene reliefs, like the one echoed here, were admired across Europe.

The technique, too, belongs entirely to its age. Electroplating was then a modern wonder, uniting science and artistry in a shared pursuit of beauty. It was a century that admired progress as deeply as perfection. Even Napoleon marvelled at new metals such as aluminium, once prized above gold. Of course, this brooch has nothing to do with aluminium, but the thought helps us remember that each age had its own idea of progress, and that is how this piece should be seen. In that light, it remains a true representative of its time and of why we chose it.

The Next Chapter

Dragons usually guard treasures. But this one seems to have guarded itself, a quiet trace of what it once meant to someone.

Worn close to the heart, small in stature, yet strong enough to carry another happily ever after.

The Mark of Time

From a time before passwords, when a signature wasn’t a click, but pressed into wax with care and weight. Even the smallest object was chosen with thought, made to a standard of excellence by the maker, and preserved by those who followed.

Diamonds set around a lapis seal engraved with initials that once held a world of meaning. A tangible thought, carefully passed on through generations, worn today as a pendant, quietly carrying its rich and hidden history.

The Art of Restraint

What you leave out can say more than what you show.

With nothing but lines, planes and light, a falcon’s head emerges, deceptively simple in form, yet undeniably alive. The spirit of Art Deco lives in every curve, in every abstraction that reveals just enough.

Even in the smallest scale, form can speak with grandeur.

Not Meant to Impress

Allow us to offer a gentle lesson: take a moment to truly look at this jewel. Only then does it become clear how the entire head is set with tiny rose-cut diamonds, and how two ruby eyes still seem quietly alert.

No excess, no grand gesture. But the work of a master who understood that even the smallest things, well made, speak the longest, and that he would live on in the beautiful things he left behind.

The Feeling Remains

Two centuries ago, a goldsmith in the Southern Netherlands shaped this ring, with care, with skill, using only the tools of his time.

That it still exists in such condition and that the desire it once ignited continues to live on is a quiet testament to how true quality endures.

To the One Who Understands

I bind myself, or I perish. That has long been the meaning of ivy. Perhaps it is also the quiet thought behind this ring, nearly 300 years old, with its crowned diamond heart.

Just imagine how many hands have worn this ring, how many promises it has quietly kept, through generations.

It was preserved not to be possessed, but to carry meaning. And now it waits once more for the person who knows what it carries, and honours what it still stands for, and whose life will gently join the ring’s for a while.

In Trust, Not in Ownership

This wedding band from 1820, crafted in 18-carat gold with fine filigree and granulation, has endured for two centuries. It remains a symbol of love that transcends generations, worn and cherished through the passage of time.

Not a possession but a responsibility. Something to be treasured, until the time comes to pass it on to the next generation.

A Quiet Tribute to Yesteryear

A bracelet from another rhythm of time — when light moved slowly across the room. Platinum links, each set with antique diamonds, curve like quiet thoughts around the wrist.

No need to say more; the moment speaks softly.

Echoes of Refinement

An unusually large 19th-century brooch featuring a finely carved male portrait in layered stone. Set in elaborate canetille goldwork with deep blue enamel, the piece combines scale and refinement in a way rarely seen.

Lines of Light

A slender line of sapphires blue,
with diamonds bright like morning dew.
Its shape recalls a silent grace—
a whisper from a streamlined age.

What Remains, What Returns

Crafted some 500 years ago, during the Renaissance, this jewel was shaped in honour of a likeness long revered.

Its birth in an age of rebirth feels no coincidence. Now it rests beside a forget-me-not and seeds still waiting their time.

Quiet echoes of love returning.

Watch me

I kept time
and memories
of elegance.

Lines That Feel

Soft.
Geometric.

I held wrists.
Witnessed emotions.

  And I will
again.

To Carry Time

I carry time —

not as weight,
but as feeling,
made form.

I’ve known joy.
I’ve held sorrow.

Still, I shine —

for hands to come,
to write their poem.

soft echo

She wore me
not for the world to see,
but for the way I made her feel.

I rested near her heartbeat,
close to the quiet of her thoughts.

And now,
I wait to be chosen again —

by a new heart,
in a new place.

moment of still

a brooch rests
into light
a pause
made still

Touched by Time, Held by Love

Held in petals pale and kind,
A shimmer born of love refined.
As gentle as a mother’s grace,
It waits for hearts who know its place.

Gleam of Ages Past

Upon soft gold and silver’s gleam,
Old diamonds stir a timeless dream.
Like petals warmed by gentle skies,
They breathe of love that never dies.

A Four Hundred Year Vow in Full Bloom

A bloom enfolds this golden trace,
Four hundred years of love and grace.
Two hearts in diamond light retold,
A whispering vow that time still holds.

Not Made to Fade

In folds of gold and emerald flame,
This bow once danced in courtly fame.
Now hushed by time, yet grand and bright—
A sovereign grace in softened light.

To Whisper, Not Shout

A hush of bloom, a softened gleam,
Where diamonds catch a Georgian dream.
No gilded boast, no modern glare—
Just centuries held in silent air.

To Bloom, Not Fade

Since Hamlet first took to the stage,
This ring has marked both heart and age.
Now cradled soft in blossom’s breath,
It blooms anew, defying death.

Once, Again

From winter’s hush, the blossom leans,
Its amber heart in warming scenes.
Time stirs beside it, soft and clear—
A golden grace from yesteryear.

Explosion of Colour

A surge of fire, a bloom unchained,
Colour untamed, in petals framed.

A Nouveau Spring

A golden curve, a whispered tune,
Like springtime’s breath in softest bloom.
Art’s new voice in flowing line,
A fleeting grace forever thine.

Whispered in Haiku

Coral blooms in light,
Diamonds catch the breath of spring,
Time’s art softly glows.

Where Spring Begins

Beneath the bud where spring takes flight,
Twin diamonds gleam with golden light.
A tale of love in Art Deco’s grace,
Timeless beauty, time won’t erase.

A Whisper of Elegance

A pearl aglow in diamond light,
A vintage treasure, pure and bright.
A timeless grace, both bold and rare,
A whisper of the past to wear.

Any Day Can Be Valentine’s

Who needs a date to share this shine?
Any day can be Valentine.
With ruby’s glow and diamond’s light,
It’s bound to bring her pure delight.

A Treasure Beneath the Buds

Beneath the buds, a treasure gleams,
Of crafted gold and lovers’ dreams.
A timeless piece, both rare and fine,
A jewel of grace for Valentine.

Diamonds of Devotion

Through woven light and platinum fine,
A cherished gift, my Valentine.
Like branches soft in moonlit hue,
Each diamond sparkles just for you.

Castellani's Timeless Legacy

Castellani’s craft, in micro-mosaic refined,
A timeless treasure, perfectly designed.
Through generations these jewels go,
Like the seasons' endless flow.

Where Winter Sleeps
Spring Awakens

This gem has seen both frost and flame,
Its glow unchanged, its beauty the same.
A witness to time, a promise to keep,
That spring will wake, though winter may sleep.

Green’s Quiet Promise

In shadowed hours, green softly glows,
A quiet promise the future shows.
New life appears, so gentle, so true,
A sign of brighter days breaking through.

A New Year

Though shadows linger, dark and deep,
New life awakens from winter’s sleep.
May hope endure, and courage stay,
To light your path through each new day.