It’s Russian exuberance, the force of temperaments that dare everything, the surge of a celebration that transcends time, where every gesture leaves an incandescent trace, where life always triumphs over silence.
Named after the imperial city of the tsars, Pouchkine ignites the surface with flamboyant colors, oranges, malachite, and golden yellow. Everything here blazes, coils, explodes in swirling patterns: light overflows, and passion reveals itself with no restraint.