Isphahan at dawn

Under a twilight ground of deep plum, a secret garden slowly comes into focus. At the centre, a pale medallion opens like a clearing, ringed with blossoms in soft gold, blue, and peach, as if the last light of the day has chosen them to linger a little longer. Fine, scrolling vines wander across the surface, each curve and petal hand‑tied in wool, inviting the eye to trace quiet paths through the pattern.

Framed by layered borders and finished with a gentle fringe, this rug feels less like an object and more like a scene: a living room at dawn, conversation softening, the room held together by one luminous piece underfoot. It's 350,000 knots per square meter are made to anchor a space with calm drama, equally at ease beneath a mid‑century table, a velvet sofa, or a simple wooden bench offering that sense of something treasured, discovered, and meant to stay.