It started at aperitivo hour at Shona Joy’s 70s bohemian-luxe Bondi home, perched high and overlooking the Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge.

At the door, a clearing mist was offered as friends and family stepped inside - blended from tulsi, lavender and rosemary grown in Elena’s own garden. Herbal, grounding, quietly fragrant. A moment to arrive. Shoes off, embraces exchanged, conversations resuming without effort.

Greek Martinis were poured as a low, steady rhythm moved through the house. Before long, everyone was gathered around the selenite towers - shoulders touching, opinions offered freely. Rings circled, necklaces were fastened for each other, bracelets layered and re-layered.