There are those who insist thirteen is unlucky.

These people have clearly never worn pearls.

Thirteen baroque freshwater pearls — each slightly irregular, beautifully imperfect, and impossible to replicate exactly — are strung along rich brown leather with polished gold accents for just enough structure to keep the whole affair from becoming too sensible.

The number thirteen has long belonged to gamblers, romantics, dinner guests with questionable judgment, and women entirely unconcerned with superstition. Naturally, we thought it deserved a necklace collection.

No two will ever be exactly alike. The pearls wander slightly in shape and luster, as proper baroque pearls should.

Made for linen shirts, salt air, late dinners, and the sort of weekends that begin with “just one drink” and end several stories later.

13 pearls.
For luck, obviously.