The house buys its aquamarine from named pegmatite workings on the Jos Plateau, where the beryl comes up the blue-green of a Mombasa morning. We cut it cold and a little austere; flattered aquamarine turns to glass, and this house does not sell glass.
People ask why we name the mines. Because a gift with its origins intact is not a purchase, it is a lineage — and lineage is the only luxury that compounds.
The letter continues — to the seven collections