It starts with a family.
My father has been a master jeweler in Beirut for over thirty years. I grew up watching him work — the patience, the precision, the pride he took in every piece that left his workshop. He never made jewelry. He made memories with metal.
When I moved to Munich over a decade ago, I carried that with me. Not as a trade at first — as a way of seeing things. Gifts are not objects. They are moments, crystallised.
