Two pieces, to begin.

A working sundial-compass in heavy solid brass, with a hinged lid engraved on its inner face. Weighted to sit comfortably in the hand. Named for Khartoum — the city at the confluence of the Blue and White Nile, where the river divides and the map runs out.

For the man whose direction is, finally, his own. The new business. The first morning of the new chapter. The decision made alone.

• Solid brass body, antique-finished
• Working compass & functioning sundial gnomon
• Hinged lid, engraved interior, up to four lines
• Supplied in a stitched leather sleeve
• Hand-engraved in our Melbourne workshop

Leather-mounted glass, with a fitted silver drinking cup that slides over the body. Engraved on the silver collar with up to four lines — a name, a date, the line his mother said. Named for Marrakech — the red city south of the Atlas, where the road slows down and the man at last unscrews the cup.

For the first morning of the new thing. For the quiet evening after. For the flask in the coat pocket that reminds him, when the doubt comes, that someone who loves him already believed he could do this thing.

• Hand-blown glass body, leather-mounted
• Plated silver collar & fitted drinking cup
• Engraved on the silver collar, up to four lines
• Supplied in a fitted gift box with letterpress card
• Hand-engraved in our Melbourne workshop