WRAPPING PAPER "THE LEMONS OF SICILY"

CHF 30.00

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There is a particular quality to a Sicilian summer. The light is dense, almost heavy. It settles on things, on lemon groves and stone columns, on ceramic tiles and still water, and seems to make them more themselves.

For this wrapping paper, we wondered if we could capture such a summer. Its colours, its heat, the particular stillness of a Sicilian afternoon.

At the centre of it all sits the lemon. Not lemons in general, but a specific one. The Femminello Siracusano, a variety grown on this island almost all year round. Its skin is thick and fragrant. Its scent is sharper and cleaner than most, carrying something of the salt air it grows beside.

From the lemon groves, the eye moves to the towns. Sciacca. Caltagirone. In both, the tradition of tin-glazed ceramic runs deep, painted in the blues and yellows that seem to answer the landscape they come from. These tiles appear on walls, on floors, on staircases climbing from harbour to hilltop.

And then the columns. The Corinthian kind, carved with acanthus leaves, standing in fields where wild herbs grow between the stones. Ancient and unhurried. Sicily carries its history lightly, folded into the ordinary rhythms of the place.

We wanted to gather these things together. The lemon, the tile, the column. Not as decoration, but as a kind of memory of a particular afternoon, when the heat settled, and everything smelled of citrus, and the Mediterranean sat still and dark beyond the grove.

Lemons of Sicily is the perfect wrapping for a summer occasion. Hold it and you can almost feel the Sicilian sun on your skin, and catch, just faintly, the scent of lemons on the air.

PAY WITH TWINT

There is a particular quality to a Sicilian summer. The light is dense, almost heavy. It settles on things, on lemon groves and stone columns, on ceramic tiles and still water, and seems to make them more themselves.

For this wrapping paper, we wondered if we could capture such a summer. Its colours, its heat, the particular stillness of a Sicilian afternoon.

At the centre of it all sits the lemon. Not lemons in general, but a specific one. The Femminello Siracusano, a variety grown on this island almost all year round. Its skin is thick and fragrant. Its scent is sharper and cleaner than most, carrying something of the salt air it grows beside.

From the lemon groves, the eye moves to the towns. Sciacca. Caltagirone. In both, the tradition of tin-glazed ceramic runs deep, painted in the blues and yellows that seem to answer the landscape they come from. These tiles appear on walls, on floors, on staircases climbing from harbour to hilltop.

And then the columns. The Corinthian kind, carved with acanthus leaves, standing in fields where wild herbs grow between the stones. Ancient and unhurried. Sicily carries its history lightly, folded into the ordinary rhythms of the place.

We wanted to gather these things together. The lemon, the tile, the column. Not as decoration, but as a kind of memory of a particular afternoon, when the heat settled, and everything smelled of citrus, and the Mediterranean sat still and dark beyond the grove.

Lemons of Sicily is the perfect wrapping for a summer occasion. Hold it and you can almost feel the Sicilian sun on your skin, and catch, just faintly, the scent of lemons on the air.

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


GREETING CARD "HELLO"
CHF 7.00

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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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GIFT TAGS
from CHF 10.00

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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
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