Every piece we make starts the same way it did in 1978 by hand, in our small family workshop in the Netherlands.

My father built this craft from nothing. No machines, no shortcuts. Just copper, a hammer, and the belief that what you wear against your skin should mean something.

For nearly 50 years, we've watched people come back. A woman who first bought a bracelet for her arthritis in 1994. A daughter who came back to buy one for her mother. They don't always explain why. They don't have to.

Each piece leaves our workshop one at a time. Shaped the same way copper has been worn against human skin for thousands of years, for joints that ache, for hands that need to keep working, for the kind of quiet relief that no pill ever gave anyone.

There are only so many we can make. We want them to find the people who need them most.