The birth of Luxus Amoura

At twenty-five, the artist was no stranger to metal. His hands were used to fixing, fabricating, shaping raw steel into something useful. But on one December night, the work was different. He had invited, unexpectedly, to a Christmas party a woman he hoped she would accept despite being strangers — and when she said yes he decided to arrive not with words of gratitude, but with something he built in a fit of passion.

In the back of his work, in between lunches and repairs, he bent and braised until a flower took shape. A rose, imperfect but full of intent. He tucked it away, nervous but hopeful. When she arrived, radiant in a way that stole his breath, he was glad he had something real to offer. That handmade rose became his quiet armor, his way of saying thank you without needing to speak.

What he didn’t know then was that this single act would become the start of something larger. That first flower, a symbol of gratitude, became moments in others lives. Each new piece brought burnt fingertips, small lessons in patience, and the quiet thrill of creation. And each time he revealed a rose, he watched for a reaction: the subtle lift of eyebrows, the small, disbelieving smile that said this is something new and rare.

He began to chase those smiles. Not out of vanity, but out of the realization that beauty, when made permanent, could live beyond the moment. That art could be both a gift and an investment. Out of this pursuit was born Luxus Amoura — a house dedicated to roses that do not fade, crafted in strict scarcity, each authenticated, each eternal.

What began as one man’s gesture of appreciation has become a story of permanence. One flower at a time.