Now, whenever I sit at my workbench and hold metal and gemstone in my hands, I reach back to those memories. I feel the cool weight of silver or gold, the smoothness of stone, the delicate curve of a petal forming under my fingers. I imagine a drop of dew fragile, perfect and I freeze it in time: in metal, in gemstone, in form.

Each piece in SECRET GARDEN , a ring, a necklace, an earring . is born from that memory. They are private glades; small forests you can carry wherever you go. I don’t polish them until they lose their soul , I let the subtle ridges of a leaf, the soft veins of a petal, the gentle irregularities remain. Like nature’s fingerprints.

When you wear one, I hope you feel something quiet. A memory. A breath of morning air. The hush of a secret garden. I hope it makes you pause for a moment. Feel connected. Feel something real.This isn’t about flash. It isn’t showy. It’s about softness. Subtlety. Beauty that whispers, not shouts.

So if you,like me, still believe in delicate wonders, in quiet enchantments, in jewellery that feels more like a memory than an accessory: welcome. Welcome to your secret refuge.

Because sometimes the most precious treasures aren’t the loudest. They’re the ones that stay with you , quietly, softly, forever.