Truffles Found by a Dog.

And Copper and Brass That Brighten a Home.

Let's cut through the bullshit. Truffles aren't some mystical, unobtainable food for the elite. They're a thing found by a dog in the dirt, a few feet from the ground. It’s earthy, pungent, real. When you shave it over pasta or eggs, it doesn’t just add flavour, it adds a story. It's about a man, a dog, and a patch of woods. It’s a taste of the earth, a reminder that the best things often come from the most unexpected places.

And copper and brass? These aren't just metals. They're a promise. They stand the test of time, developing a patina that tells its own story. They're the kind of pieces that demand a little attention—a quick polish to bring back their shine—but they give it back tenfold. A good brass candlestick, a copper pot, they don’t just fill a space. They bring warmth and a bit of history into a room.

These things—the truffle and the metal—they're not about perfection. They're about character. The irregular shape of a truffle, the tarnish of a copper pot, they are marks of authenticity. In a world of sterile, mass-produced sameness, these are the pieces that stand out. They have a soul, a history, and a touch of the beautiful messiness of real life. They're worth seeking out and worth the effort.