The floret bezel did not arrive at the maison in a single drawing. It arrived slowly, across thirty-eight years, in the hands of three karigars who refused to template what they had each, in their own time, refined.
The setting is unmistakably ours. A six-petalled cradle in 18-karat gold, drafted to hold a rose-cut diamond or a polki cabochon without surrendering a single ray of the stone.
A setting that disappears
The maison's quiet conviction is that the best setting is the one a wearer does not notice. The floret bezel was refined toward this end across more than three hundred drawings. It is engineered to disappear.
Hand-drafted, not templated. Because true luxury is personal.
The result is a piece that reads, at distance, as a single stone — and at the wrist, in the company of a karigar's signature card, as an inheritance.