Sleep in Oolong.

Mulberry silk for the bed, woven where silk began.

Twenty colours. Pick one up.

No logo on the outside. A number on the inside.

Very few people will ever see your bed. They are exactly the people who will know.

25 momme. Most silk bedding is 16 to 22.

6A long-strand mulberry. One cocoon, one unbroken thread.

Nineteen hours on the loom for one bed. We have not found a faster way worth taking.

Woven where silk began. We do not buy cloth. We make it.

Tsatli is how Europe said Jili, a silk village outside Huzhou, when its silk reached London in the 1800s. In 1851 it took a prize at the Great Exhibition. We still weave there.

Most silk brands buy fabric by the metre and sew a label in. We own the looms, in Huzhou, a city where archaeologists found silk woven 4,700 years ago. Every step from cocoon to numbered tag happens under one roof, by people we know by name.

Inside the atelier

A number, not a limit. Every order we have ever sent has one.

Every order arrives with a small tag of cast brass, stamped with its number and the lot it was dyed in; the same number is stitched inside every piece. The numbers keep going; there is no last one. The tag says only this: these are yours.

  • Register it. Your number is your invitation to Evenings, wherever we hold them.
  • Keep it for life. For as long as the pieces are in use, we re-finish its seams and re-stamp a worn tag.
  • Pass it on. Give them away, and the number goes with it, history and all.
Register your number

It is only ever for you.

Nobody photographs their sheets at 3 a.m. That is the point. The most private luxury is the one you never have to explain.

The lamp goes off. The cloth is cool for exactly as long as it takes you to fall asleep, and not a minute longer.

Silk holds no static and very little heat. There is nothing to turn over for, nothing to throw off. You don't wake.

Sunday. Nowhere to be. The light finds the sheen before you do, and for a while you simply lie and watch it move.

Evenings. For the people who sleep in it, and the friends they bring.

Small gatherings of twelve to twenty: a pot of tea, a slow breakfast, a conversation about sleep. Registered numbers are invited, and each brings one friend. Nothing is sold at an Evening.