A quiet rebellion against the disposable

In the parlours of the 1920s, mahjong was more than a game. The clack of tile against table was a ritual, and the pieces themselves were treasures — carved bone, weighted in the palm, kept in chests handed from one generation to the next.

Then came the age of the disposable. Mass-produced plastic sets, hollow and light, stripped the game of its soul. The heirloom became a commodity.

"We build objects that refuse to be thrown away."

Dragon Flower began as a single commission — a chest carved for a grandmother who remembered the old sets. Word travelled. Today, our workshop crafts a small number of pieces each year, each one destined to be inherited rather than replaced.