Drink up gals. And then pour yourself another. 'Cause this emerald is 339 carats of pure stone carved bitchery.
Lang Antiques says, on its website, that this one-of-a-kind emerald ring would be "a striking necklace slide or paperweight or objet d'art." I'd like to differ. This is a ring my dears and therefore, ought to be worn as such. Damn the comfort. Damn the size. Damn the naysayers.
I'm going to be giving Winston a math test. I like to call these tests Ego & Estrogen because they're designed to force men's ego to be the problem-solvers that they are. In doing so, however, I am able to pose the question in such a way that I can (attempt) to get what I want. Don't be accusing me of manipulation either, I've already got that trick honed to perfection.
At $50 per carat can you tell me how much this ring is going to cost your lover to gift you?