#luxury cigarettes

[gemville]

Fabergé Cigarette Case Of Nephrite, Sapphires and Diamonds, Circa 1900

Source: sotheby's.com via Pinterest

[blackthunder137]

L'appel du vide

[lanalove2012]

[graveyardfullofstars]

[matoitech]

off model cvs checkout blue plush and rare collectors item bootleg elle plush

[the-golden-purple-box]

[s-andthecity]

Grunge what’s in my bag aesthetic for an it girl

[fionaaddy]

A$AP

[fruitcage]

[gemville]

Russian Silver Gilt Plique á Jour Enamel Cigarette Case, Circa 1910

Source: Pinterest

[deamare]

♡ ˚· @crookedorel asked:

For all that he knew that she attended the Academy, Ishtar was shockingly difficult to find. Though Berkut could have conceived that this was deliberate, there was a part of him that feared the worst, that being unable to see a woman of her demeanor was the sign of a collar about her lovely neck with its leash pulled tight. When he did see her about town, it was on the arm of a man – rougher than he'd expected, the grime of a life lived and the eyes of a predator – and there bristled in his gut an indignation so foul that he excused himself from the soiree he had been attending and stormed into a nearby jeweler to make the commission. It took a few days until he saw her again, but by this time he had ascertained beyond shadow of a doubt what day it was. "Oh, excuse me," he said, not meaning it, as he stepped into the couple's path, glancing sidelong and dismissively at the man before inclining his head to Ishtar. "I had learned that it was your birthday, so you will have to forgive this interruption," he continued, tone indicating wholly that he did not think there was anything to forgive as he took the box from beneath his cloak. Inside lay nestled a finely carved and crafted drop chain pendant of opal with orbiting black tourmaline. He was never one to believe in the innate qualities of magic that lay in the world around him, but neither was he fool to doubt the powers that coursed through his own blood, through hers – if the wards within these stones held, then perhaps Berkut might have been convinced of magic's grace. "If I may," Berkut said, taking the chain in gentle hands and depositing the box in the hands of the other man before sweeping it about her neck delicately. "A perfect fit," he added, tucking one of her hands into his to bring to his lips for a gentle peck. "If you find yourself about town – without companionship – I hope that you will seek me out."

Wide-eyed, Ishtar blinks her surprise at the intrusion, though to her it's just a few steps short of such. The same may not be said of her company, though little room is given for him to express any such thought as Berkut carries on.

"You..." Surprise at his presence has shifted now to surprise at circumstance. How he had learned is beyond her, but she does not find a breath to ask. Eyes alight upon the presented gift, and for the second time still her emotion takes another shape.

Familiarity straightens her spine, renders her silent as cool metal comes to rest at her collar, heavy where the gemstone weighs against her sternum. Pale eyes drift after his hand, watch from somewhere faraway as it takes her own.

It isn't his intention-- cannot be-- but there is a chill that sinks beneath her flesh that her body has not yet learned to forget. Ishtar meets his gaze, recalling the way he had spoken to her once so long ago. He is kind, she decides, and affixes her features with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for the gift," careful to dance around his last remark, to keep her attention on Berkut and not let it wander to him. Fingers fall away, still warm where they were last touched, and move on marionette strings to lift her skirts so that she may dip into a curtsey.

"I will be sure to treasure it."

Only when he has turned to leave do her fingers wander, absently, to the pendant itself. She watches him go, waits for the chill on her skin to leave with him, and finds that it remains long after he has disappeared.

[amazonianbeast]

The Luxury and Elegance of the 70s

It was a pleasure to light up a cigaret for a lady, those days are over, and they are not coming back

🌹🎶

[7central]

I know I've read at least a couple fics that mention lu & jess smoking different brands of cigarettes (jess is pall malls I believe?) and I admire u all who look at props that closely SO MUCH bc I love working props, but I am still entirely baffled by how people noticed that

[loveu2ufool]

Alter Ego 🕷️

Pictures from Pinterest •.*.

[postcard-from-the-past]

"Luxury cigarette", painting by Achille Fould

French vintage postcard

[graveyardfullofstars]