A Cuppa, a Chat, and the Cube That Started It All Right then, settle in with a nice brew, because I've got a yarn to spin for you. It all started one blustery morning, the kind where the rain’s lashing against the workshop windows and you just want to curl up with a good book. But no, duty calls, and so does the gentle hum of our various machines. We were kicking around ideas, as we often do, for something that felt both truly ancient in its symbolic weight and yet utterly contemporary. Something that whispered of history but shouted 'you!' We'd been tinkering with the idea of initials, of course, because who doesn't love a bit of personal fl...
