Our story

One workshop in Montepulciano. Three generations. One metal.

My father Ettore hammered copper into pots and stills. My mother wore a thin copper band on her wrist from girlhood and never took it off — not to sleep, not on her wedding day. At nineteen, with an offcut from his workshop, I hammered my first bracelet for her. I never stopped.

I have made pure copper jewelry since 1981, always the same way: sheet, hammer, anvil, time. Each piece carries the mark of the hands that shaped it, and then the mark of the wrist that wears it. Copper darkens, brightens where it meets skin, and ends up different on every woman. That is how it should be.

For forty-five years you had to come to Montepulciano to own a piece. My granddaughter Livia convinced me that could change. She runs the shop; I run the workshop. The batches stay small and numbered — I don't know how to work any other way.

If you'd like to wear copper the way the women in my family always have, welcome.

— Adele Ravaldi