A crusty, calcified highly textured low country oyster shell is held fast by organically sculpted, weathered metalwork to a patina veiled, century old inkwell of the palest sea foam green. A beautiful keepsake of lazy summer days seaside.

“To describe our growing up in the low country of South Carolina, I would have to take you to the marsh on a spring day, flush the great blue heron from its silent occupation, scatter marsh hens as we sink to our knees in mud, open you an oyster with a pocketknife and feed it to you from the shell and say, ‘There. That taste. That’s the taste of my childhood.’ ”

– Prince of Tides

• The Art of Isabeau Grey

• COLLECTION: Memories of Summer Sojourns

• Overall Height of 5.75”