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WRAPPING PAPER "A VISIT TO MR. BERGMANNS FLOWERSHOP"

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Mr. Bergmann’s flower shop sits in the old town of Zurich, in a street that has seen several centuries pass without too much fuss. We don't know exactly how long he has been there. We like to think long enough that the city has simply grown around him.

Inside, it is darker than you expect. Light comes in from the street in long narrow strips, catching the dust and the pollen and the dried petals suspended in the air. Your eyes adjust slowly, and as they do, the shop reveals itself in layers.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Something green and earthy underneath, then something sweeter on top. Fresh dahlias, their heads heavy and elaborate, in deep burgundy and burnt orange. Then something drier, older. Lavender, perhaps, or chamomile. The kind of smell that makes you think of remedy.

Which makes sense. For most of human history, a shop like this would have been a pharmacy. The flowers and plants that now sit in vases were once kept in labelled jars, weighed out carefully, prescribed. Calendula for skin. Chamomile for sleep. Hydrangea root for the kidneys. The line between a flower shop and an apothecary was, for a very long time, not a line at all.

Mr. Bergmann seems to know this, even if he has never said so. His shelves hold more than flowers. Wide-mouthed ceramic ones in earthy greens, tall glass ones with dried grasses spilling over the edges, small terracotta pots with single stems.Leatherbound books stacked on the floor beside them, their spines unreadable. Used candles burnt down to their last centimetre. Dried fruits. A sculpture or two, origin unknown.

We wonder what he thinks about when he arranges things. Whether he considers the dried and the fresh, the living and the preserved, the ancient and the newly cut, as different things at all.

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Mr. Bergmann’s flower shop sits in the old town of Zurich, in a street that has seen several centuries pass without too much fuss. We don't know exactly how long he has been there. We like to think long enough that the city has simply grown around him.

Inside, it is darker than you expect. Light comes in from the street in long narrow strips, catching the dust and the pollen and the dried petals suspended in the air. Your eyes adjust slowly, and as they do, the shop reveals itself in layers.

The first thing you notice is the smell. Something green and earthy underneath, then something sweeter on top. Fresh dahlias, their heads heavy and elaborate, in deep burgundy and burnt orange. Then something drier, older. Lavender, perhaps, or chamomile. The kind of smell that makes you think of remedy.

Which makes sense. For most of human history, a shop like this would have been a pharmacy. The flowers and plants that now sit in vases were once kept in labelled jars, weighed out carefully, prescribed. Calendula for skin. Chamomile for sleep. Hydrangea root for the kidneys. The line between a flower shop and an apothecary was, for a very long time, not a line at all.

Mr. Bergmann seems to know this, even if he has never said so. His shelves hold more than flowers. Wide-mouthed ceramic ones in earthy greens, tall glass ones with dried grasses spilling over the edges, small terracotta pots with single stems.Leatherbound books stacked on the floor beside them, their spines unreadable. Used candles burnt down to their last centimetre. Dried fruits. A sculpture or two, origin unknown.

We wonder what he thinks about when he arranges things. Whether he considers the dried and the fresh, the living and the preserved, the ancient and the newly cut, as different things at all.

DETAILS

SET

3 rolled sheets

A1 594 x 841 mm

A2 420 × 594 mm

A3 297 × 420 mm

SIZE

PAPER

100 g/m², uncoated offset

FINISH

Matte

PRINTED IN

Germany

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GREETING CARD "HELLO"
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When we started looking for a way into this card, we kept coming back to the word hello. It is younger than you might expect. Only about 150 years old, invented for the telephone, a practical solution for a new and awkward device. Nobody knew what to say, so someone decided. Hello.

What interests us is how much it can carry. The hello shouted across a car park. The one that arrives after years of silence. The one said quietly to a new colleague on their first morning, before anything between you exists yet. One word, doing completely different work each time.

A hello doesn't need to be glamorous. Cleopatra ate pickled cucumbers daily, convinced they were the source of her beauty and her strength. Not roses, not gold, not anything particularly glamorous. A cucumber. It is simply the most unlikely thing to put on a greeting card. Nobody chose it for beauty or symbolism. It is just ... there. A bit awkward. A bit odd. Completely unbothered about being on a greeting card.

Not only did she love pickled cucumbers, we like to think she had dogs too.

There is an old belief that the souls closest to us find each other again. Not always as humans. Sometimes as something else entirely. These two knew each other once, in another life, as something other than a spaniel and a hound. And that one ordinary day, on an ordinary walk, they turned a corner and there the other one was.

Just: hello.

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For most of human history, birthdays belonged only to kings and saints. Ordinary people were born, grew older, and said nothing particular about it. Most didn't even know their exact date. It wasn't recorded, wasn't kept. It wasn't until the industrial revolution that birth dates began to be written down for everyone. And once written down, they could be celebrated.

The candles came much earlier. In ancient Greece, people brought honey cakes to the temple of Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, and of childbirth itself. The cakes were called amphiphon, meaning shining on both sides. Round like the moon, with candles placed all around the edge. It was not just a wish. It was a thank you. For the birth itself.

We kept the candles. We kept the wishes. We added the gifts. And somewhere along the way, we added the gift tag.

It is the last thing you do. The gift is chosen, wrapped, ribboned. And then you sit down with a small piece of paper and a pen and try to find the right words. Not many. There is no space for many. Just enough to say what you mean, in the handwriting that the other person will recognise before they have even read it.

It arrives first. Before the gift itself. The smallest part of the whole gesture. Written last, read first.

POSTCARD MIXED SET POSTCARD MIXED SET POSTCARD MIXED SET
POSTCARD MIXED SET
CHF 20.00

Five postcards, endless possibilities. Send a spontaneous hello, a note of gratitude, or a small surprise — no occasion required. Each card adds a touch of charm and joy, whether mailed or tucked into a wrapped gift.

Select a single design to receive 5 identical cards, or enjoy variety with the Mixed Summer or Mixed Winter sets.

Details
– Set of 5 postcards
– A6 size
– Printed in full colour on premium paper, 400gsm
– Uncoated finish with a soft, tactile texture
– Blank on the reverse
– Made in the UK
– FSC® certified, recyclable, sustainably sourced, and chlorine-free