Meet the Noble
part of the family.

Gentle and natural. I owe my warm character to my Native American ancestors. Can you see the earth glow on my skin? 

Dark, raw soul. Want to see my lighter side? Then watch the white yarn mysteriously running through my veins. 

Radiant and brilliant. Pure, with a deep darkness, down inside. The sunlight brings out my brilliant nature like mirror glass.

I am who I am: each fiber, all natural. Feel me. Elegant, but a tad rough to the touch. Just like jute. 

Want to get under my skin? Then whisk me away to a Tuscan hillside. A place I can unwind completely. My eyes are olive green, inviting you to pluck me.

I was named for a pair of blue jeans. Strong, sturdy, tough as nails. Look closely and you'll see blue tones and hints of anthracite grey. Yes, I got the blues.

When I was born, my mother wore a blue agate ring. It’s the bedrock of my power: protective and virtuoso. 

In every woman lives a little girl. Are you game for playful, charming things? Then discover my happy hints of peachy orange on a blue Monday.

My friends call me Bloody Marie. I'm a seductive cocktail of deep red colours, with a dash of spicy Tabasco. Think you can handle me?

I’m not a saint. I can be naughty, when I have to. I’m a natural, I know what I want. Grey, brown or beige? Don’t pin me down on a colour. 

I’m not a walkover. Audaciously dark, seductively warm. Think your personality fits me?

You’re not handed a royal crown just like that. You have to earn it. Stately. Stylish. Subtle. Like a dark promenade in a hall of mirrors.

I know how to spin a good old Irish yarn. Lean in closer and learn the secret pattern of my roots: an angular tale of blue grey and anthracite. 

Who says black is not a colour? I absorb the light. Look past my dark side and discover my character of many shades.

See that gentleman over there? Class knows no age. I’m living proof that elegantly grey can remain eternally young. 

My female name refers to a tower. Towering, that’s exactly how I feel. Showering you in subtle greens and warm greys, I take you to dizzying heights.

I am Lily. Lily Rose to my friends. Elegantly beige with a pink sheen. Can’t we just have fun, for once?

Gracefully, I sweep past you. Will you join me on this exquisite evening? Soft grey married to refined beige.

I like it simple. My father didn’t call me Felix, the happy one, for nothing. Which is precisely what I am: nuanced grey. Never black and white.

Level-headed and goal-oriented. That’s me. In a frivolous world, I project honesty and integrity. Refined grey brown, no frills.