It only had to happen once
We met in a way that was never going to happen twice. There was no mutual friend to try again and no second introduction waiting — if we had not spoken that day, we simply would not have met.
That is where the shooting stars come from. Some things cross your sky exactly once, and you either look up or you miss them. Our rings carry the same idea: real meteorite, older than the ground we will stand on.
So we are asking you to join us for a celestial evening in the woods. Fairy lights in the trees, wine barrels, and everyone we love in one room.