Private Collection

Find Us At

DUBAI

WAFI
Atrium First Floor
Tel: +971 4 357 3573
Fax: +971 4 357 3574

DUBAI MALL
Level Shoe District
Ground Floor
Tel: +971 4 501 6960


ABU DHABI

Shop No. 5 Ground Floor, Almazrui Building
Hamdan bin Mohammed Street Khalidiya, Abu Dhabi
P.O. Box 114220
Tel: +971 2 447 1267 Fax: +971 2 447 1467

YAS MALL
Ground Floor
+97125650515

AL AIN

Ground Floor
Al Ain Mall
Al Ain
Tel: +971 3 766 0454

OMAN

ROYAL OPERA HOUSE
Shop 18, Ground Floor
Royal Opera House
Tel: +968 2 440 4355

DOHA, QATAR

THE PEARL - DOHA
Shop 34 La Croisette, Porto Arabia
The Pearl - Doha
Tel: +974 4002 0999

FESTIVAL CITY MALL
Shop FW494, 1st Floor
Festival City Mall
Tel: +974 4 444 4617

Saudi Arabia

PAPILLON
Prince Turki Bin Abdulaziz Althani St
Riyadh 13513, Saudi Arabia
Tel: +966 11 225 1783

United Kingdom

HARRODS
87-135 Brompton Rd, Knightsbridg
London SW1X 7XL, UK
Tel: +44 20 7730 1234
 

Two Winters



I grew up with two different winters.

 

Some winters, we would camp out in the desert. With no mosque for miles, my uncle would call the adhan at the break of dawn, the scent of qahwa wafting in the cold air of the morning. I was four years old, stuffing my pockets with dates, I asked why the falcon’s eyes had to be covered and my father chuckled, the bass of his voice shaking the red sand beneath his feet, “He is saving his eyes for later, as you should be saving your appetite for later as well”. Although, we never ate any of the game. We would give them to the Bedouins that lived near our campsite, my grandfather whispering blessings to them before leaving.

 

Some winters, we would be vacationing in Courchevel, in a quaint log cabin near the Raffort run in the Meribel valley. Miles from home, our mornings started mostly the same way, with my uncle calling the adhan, my mother making qahwa in the kitchen filling the cabin with the warm scent of home. Some mornings, I would wake up, half-expecting a falcon to be perched by the fireplace. Some mornings, I would set my feet down from the bed, and I swear, I could almost feel the sand on my toes.

 

Private Collection ‘Sand Walker,’ born of the desert, created for the world.  Meticulously hand-crafted in Italy by masterful artisans.  Limited collection in crocodile and python in a variety of colors.

 

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