And congratulations to the winner.
Poor man’s ruby? I blame Grandma’s jewelry.
I’m more stone than gem but am a collector’s piece nonetheless.
Who says all the finest sapphires are blue?
My dark secret owes itself to a mix of sugar and acid.
Once a plain mollusk, I offer jewelry lovers spectacular iridescence.
How could a gemstone so beautiful suddenly appear from the Brazilian jungle, they asked.
I AM THE ORIGINAL highlander, hauled down from the Cairngorm Mountains some 2,000 years ago to join the ranks of the world’s gemstones. My rugged and...
My name does sometimes confuse people. What is it?
Don’t be fooled by my gilded aura.
My name pays homage to one of the founders of gemology. Who am I?
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