Coffin Stacking Ring

$575.00 On Sale

***Last Call! Please note that this design is officially retired. All remaining pieces are listed and ready to ship.

"Carpe diem! Enjoy the day, live life to the fullest, make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.”

The hour of our hour.

Fixed in time at birth and so in death. A coffin-cut stone, a memento mori, set in a simple yet graceful band of warm yellow gold. Own your mortality.

Choose from birthstones staying (mostly) true to the stones assigned in the

Gregorian Birthstone Poem below, first published in 1870.

January - Garnet
February - Amethyst
March - Bloodstone, pictured last
April - Raw Natural Diamond
May - Raw Emerald
June - Grey Moonstone
July - Raw Ruby
August - Peridot
September - Raw Sapphire
October - Opal
November - Citrine
December - Turquoise

- Solid 10k Gold
- Various natural Gem Stones

Please review the shop policies page before checking out. Each stone is hand-cut to order and each ring made to your specifications, thank you for supporting handmade!

Birthstone Poem of 1870:

"By her who in January was born
No gem save Garnets shall be worn
They will ensure her constancy
True friendship and fidelity.

The February born shall find
Sincerity and peace of mind,
Freedom from passion and from care,
If they, the Amethyst will wear.

By her who in March was born
No gem save Bloodstone shall be worn
They will ensure her constancy
True friendship and fidelity.

She who from April dates her years,
Diamonds shall wear,
lest bitter tears
For vain repentance flow.

Who first beholds the light of day
In spring’s sweet, flower month of May
And wears an Emerald all her life
Shall be a loved and a loving wife.

The gleaming Ruby should adorn,
All those who in July are born,
For thus they’ll be exempt and free,
From lover’s doubts and anxiety.

Wear a Peridot or for thee,
No conjugal fidelity,
The August born without this stone,
`Tis said, must live unloved; alone.

A maiden born when autumn leaves
Are rustling in September‘s breeze,
A Sapphire on her brow should bind;
To bring her joy and peace of mind.

October‘s child is born for woe,
And life’s vicissitudes must know,
But lay an Opal on her breast,
And hope will lull those woes to rest.

If cold December gave you birth
The month of snow and ice and mirth
Place on your hand a Turquoise blue;
Success will bless whate’er you do."