21st Century and Contemporary Tobacco Accessories

Text on bottom: Trademark MARATHON Made in U.S.A. 4 1/4" x 2 5/8" x 5/8"

Over the years, British design company Linley has developed expertise in creating scaled versions of famous architectural buildings including the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Royal Albert Hall and the Royal Opera House. In this instance, Highclere Castle...

Table cigar lighter in the shape of a four-leaf clover with frames in 925/1000 sterling silvergold plated and real malachite stone. Piezoelectric m...

Rare original Max Ingrand for Fontana Arte ashtray. Brass and glass. Retains original glass insert

A silvered bronze poudrier box "Ammonite" by French Parisian art jeweler Line Vautrin (1913-1997). In the 1940s, Line Vautrin designed a series that was inspired by the shape of na...

The 1935 Art Deco smoker's set includes a chromed tray with a chromed and black lacquered Desk Box with an Octette Touch Tip Lighter by Ronson. This desk box features a sleek, black...

A wonderful jewelry box in silvered cast bronze by Parisian art jeweler Line Vautrin (1913-1997). From a small special series, the designer created circa 1945-55. on which poems were cast in relief on the cover. Most existing examples features poems that are well-known. This poem, however, was not identified by us, and possibly is a creation of the artist herself. It is a very soulful prose (see the full poem in French below). Signed on the base as shown. We have a gilt bronze box with the same relief cast poem that comes with a three-page Certification in French by Comite Line Vautrin, shown in some photos as well. Reference: For other boxes with poems see "Line Vautrin Sculptor, Jeweller, Magician by Line Vautrin and Patrick Mauries, page 42. "Les glaciers vagabonds qui ébranlent les murs et les anges frileux qui cherchent un asile quand la nuit de décembre anesthésie la ville t’effraient plus que les morts tutélaires et durs Ils désertent pour toi...

Carl Aubock brass cigar snuffer #4117. Produced by Carl Auböck IV in the original Auböck workshop in Vienna, Austria using the same standards, high-quality materials, molds and techn...

A large cast bronze powder box (poudrier) by French Parisian art jeweler Line Vautrin (1913-1997) circa 1945-1950. The box called "Feuille" (Leaf) features an irregular leaf form wit...

S.T. Dupont 18 Carat Gold Plated Briquet De Poche LD Plaque Gas Cigarette Lighter With Original Box and Papers Stamped 100NL95 No 2294 Made in Paris, France Purchase receipt sho...

BABY SUMO, welcome to the world! The legendary Helmut Newton SUMO in a spectacular new edition The Helmut Newton SUMO was overwhelming in every respect: a ...

A wonderful jewelry box in gilt cast bronze by Parisian art jeweler Line Vautrin (1913-1997). From a small special series, the designer created circa 1945-55. on which some French poems were cast in relief on the cover. This box features a well-known love poem "Sonnet" by Félix Arvers (1806 – 1850), widely considered as one of the most romantic French poems written about unrequited love and longing. Three out of four passages are shown on the lid except the third one. The box is lined with cork. There is a line on the back from casting, commonly seen in the boxes of the series. Mon âme a son secret, ma vie a son mystère, Un amour éternel en un moment conçu Le mal est sans espoir, aussi j'ai dû le taire, Et celle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su. Hélas ! j'aurai passé près d'elle inaperçu, Toujours à ses côtés, et pourtant solitaire. Et j'aurai jusqu'au bout fait mon temps sur la terre, N'osant rien demander et n'ayant rien reçu. Pour elle, quoique Dieu l'ait faite douce et tendre, Elle suit son chemin, distraite et sans entendre Ce murmure d'amour élevé sur ses pas. À l'austère devoir, pieusement fidèle, Elle dira, lisant ces vers tout remplis d'elle " Quelle est donc cette femme ? " et ne comprendra pas. A secret fills my soul, and a mystery fills my life, An eternal love conceived in an instant. As the scourge was hopeless, it remained wordless, And the one responsible was unaware of it. Alas! I lived close to her but without notice, Always by her side yet so lonely. And I shall have lived my days on this Earth, Not daring to ask for anything, obtaining nothing. Even though God made her gentle and tender, She goes her way, careless and oblivious To the sough of love rising...