Long ago, back in the first spring, the Blackthorn grew together with the world. It wove itself into a wreath above the threshold of the home, like a guardian of domestic peace.
It healed and warmed in moments of weakness — with the power of tart, dense berries. It played out as a pattern on the tablecloth, becoming a witness to every family celebration. The Blackthorn was inconspicuous, but always near. Unseen — but always felt.
Today it finds its own outlines — unfolding into a talisman woven from the silence and wisdom of the ages. The Blackthorn blooms — and a new Vita sprouts.
All ceramic pieces are handmade by artisans
and craftspeople
in Lviv.