Collection: European Doors

In Europe, this door stands like a quiet sentinel, worn by time but rich with stories. Weathered wood bears the gentle scars of centuries—faint scratches, softened edges, the patina of history polished by countless hands.

Delicate ceramic tiles, each a miniature canvas, frame the doorway like an exclamation mark on the past—glazed blues and burnt oranges playing off the warm umber of the stone wall. Ivy spills from above like a green waterfall, or a small bouquet of dried lavender, tied with twine, hangs down—whether a decoration or a whisper of superstition, no one knows.

These are not just doors. They are time machines. Storybooks. Sentinels of homes where laughter echoed, arguments crackled, and olive oil kissed fresh bread. Each one unique. Each one unapologetically itself.