Free-shaped beads agarwood bracelet

When the craftsman puts down the lathe blade, allowing the oil-forming parts of the century-old agarwood to grow freely with the original cracks, wormholes and lightning scars as the outlines, each bead becomes a miniature autobiography page of the tree - irregular edges and corners pass through the pulse between the wrists, and the oil of the old water-sunken material seeps out from the axe-chopped surface, insect holes and wind cracks: in the morning, the sea fog soaks the salty and astringent frankincense of the wood core, at noon, the warm and sweet honey fat baked by the scorching sun evaporates, and in the middle of the night, it settles down with a smoky medicinal aroma similar to the charcoaled beams of ancient temples.