Wu Mountains

Ancient red sandalwood forms the “mountain bones,” layered in deep crimson grain like the royal terraces of ancient Chu kings. As dusk falls upon the ridges, the icy black jade becomes the fluttering gown of the mountain goddess—its grayish gradients evoke mist on sheer cliffs and rain that almost, but never quite, falls. A cube of sterling silver hovers like a sealed letter, crisp and cold. One who wears “Wu Mountains” bears their own storm within.