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High quality products,Can keep for a long time
Place of Origin
Guangdong,China
DESIGN INSPIRATION: The Architecture of Preservation
The Three Principles of Encapsulation:
1. The Honest Showcase We use only naturally fallen or sustainably sourced botanicals. Each petal, leaf, or stem is hand-selected for its unique character—a slight curl, a veined pattern, a gradient of color. The high-clarity, UV-resistant resin acts as both magnifying lens and time capsule, revealing details often missed in life. We celebrate imperfections: the tiny speck on a rose petal, the asymmetrical bend of a fern. This is nature's authentic artistry.
2. The Structural Poetry Our .925 sterling silver settings are designed as "architectural stems." Unlike traditional bezels that cage, our designs:
Frame like a window using delicate silver filaments
Support like a trellis with organic, branching backplates
Elevate like a pedestal with sculpted bases that lift the resin element to catch light Each setting is hand-textured—sometimes with fine lines mimicking cellulose structures, sometimes with hammer marks like gentle rainfall—creating dialogue between the perfect clarity of resin and the human touch in silver.
3. The Wearing Experience These pieces are designed for contemplation. The domed resin surfaces invite touch. The silver oxidizes slightly in recessed areas, creating shadows that make the blossoms appear to float. Every piece is balanced for comfort, with smooth backs that sit gently against skin, making the blooms feel like personal secrets.
THE STORY: A Love Letter in enamel and Silver
I never believed in stopping time until I met her.
She was the florist on the corner whose hands spoke the language of seasons. Each day, her window displayed ephemeral masterpieces—peonies blushing for a week, tulips bowing after five days, dahlias burning bright before their inevitable surrender. I watched her work through my studio window across the street, this woman who built beauty knowing it would die.
As a silversmith, my world was permanent. Rings circled fingers for decades. Bracelets became family legends. Pendants outlived their wearers. She lived in seasons; I lived in centuries.
Our first conversation happened over a casualty—a perfect garden rose from a wedding bouquet, dropped on the pavement between our doors. We reached for it simultaneously, our fingers brushing against crimson petals.
"Such a waste," I murmured, thinking of the silver I could salvage, melt down, reuse.
"Such a perfect moment," she whispered back, cradling the bloom like a wounded bird. "Born for celebration, died in service of joy. There's poetry in that cycle."
That rose, already browning at the edges, became our first collaboration.
"I want to give you eternity," I told her weeks later, holding a small, cloudy disc of my first resin experiment. "But I need your permission to borrow something temporary."
She brought me a box of fallen beauties: a peony petal velvety as twilight, a sprig of baby's breath like captured starlight, a fern curl unfurling in preserved grace, a lavender stem still fragrant with memory.
Through months of trial and wonder, I learned to listen to the flowers. The resin had to be poured in stages, each layer curing slowly to avoid trapping air bubbles—like brewing patience. The flowers needed meticulous drying to preserve their true colors, not the browned memories of themselves. And the silver... the silver had to learn humility.
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