He was not always a butler. But somewhere between the garden path and the canapé tray, he discovered his calling.

Cast in silver plate with a satisfyingly spiraled shell, this distinguished gastropod has taken up permanent residence at Stags Head Retreat — and he has opinions about presentation. He carries a clutch of cocktail picks with carved wooden handles like a man who has never once been asked to hurry up.

Deploy him at your next gathering. Watch your guests stop mid-conversation to pick up an olive and then stand there holding it, slightly delighted and unsure what just happened.

Perfect for olives, cheese cubes, cornichons, or anything else that deserves just the right amount of ceremony.

Whimsy with gravitas. The estate's unofficial motto, and this snail's entire personality.

One of a kind. Final sale. When he's gone, he's gone — back to wherever magnificent things go when they're finished with us.