The Dark Forest


In late 2012, gem dealer and explorer Yianni Melas was about to abandon his search for diamonds in an undisclosed African country when he discovered a different mineral that looked like nothing he had ever seen.
Melas, known by the nickname “Indiani Yianni,” sent samples of his find to a Swiss gem lab, which misidentified it as chrysoprase. But eventually, the Gemological Institute of America (GIA) confirmed it was a blue-green chalcedony quartz that no one had encountered before. He named it aquaprase — “aqua” for the blue sea, and “prase” for the green color.

This collection some of the most beautiful and unique Aquaprase I’ve seen. This collection embodies what you see and feel as you walk through and immerse yourself into the darker parts of a forest. Each one of these stones features an array of colors that range from an icy, greenish blue that I’ve designated as the sky. Then there’s the dark brown which represents the trees bark and the earth. And then there’s the snowy white Quartz like aspects of the stone. These parts are my favorite as a lot of them feature druzy pockets. This just elevates each stone as being even more unique. I’ve also paired these rare and magnificent stones with sterling silver casted antlers and cedar branches. These tie in the deepest parts of the forest. The animals that resides there and the trees that tower over and protect everything below. There’s also little black onyx stones to remind the wearer that the darkest parts are actually pretty small and that the light will overcome. 
The rings in this collection feature just stones but are accompanied with hand stamped pine branches and leaves. My favorite parts of the forest are the trees and this collection is a heartfelt nod to that love. 

 

 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

 By Robert Frost

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.