About SYLA
"Not crafted. Formed." — Discover the story behind our premium handcrafted gift boxes and the philosophy that drives our artistry.
Born in 1980. Forged ever since.
SYLA did not start with a product.
It started with a person.
A boy, born in 1980. In a time of quiet. Of weight. Of waiting.
That boy became a man — shaped by wood, fire, metal, and the women around him.
He built with his hands. He listened with his body.
He carried silence until it became form. Inside the Atelier, this silence takes shape.
SYLA is not a brand.
It is a culmination of four decades.
A lineage, not a logo.
These women are not background.
They are the grain beneath the veneer.
Not one is loud. All are permanent.
SYLA stands on the presence of five women:
My Mother — the first hands to carve and mend.
She shaped more than wood; she shaped endurance.
The Woman — who bore my sons and one daughter.
Quiet fire, the earth itself. Our children still walk in her shadow.
The Lioness — the heartbeat of this brand.
Not an echo but a force. Her silence roars louder than words.
Amira, my young daughter — not yet a woman, yet already a storm.
The future pressed into the grain of the present.
Eva, my daughter — standing between worlds.
Innocence fading into strength, a bridge of blood and will.
We don't craft objects. We crystallize meaning.
SYLA boxes are not designed.
They are extracted — from memory, emotion, and woodgrain.
Every object carries its own truth.
Every line is a decision.
Every material was chosen — not for luxury, but for honesty.
Natural
European oak, linen, brass, real wood veneers. See our standard sizes and proportions
Unique
No repeats. No replicas.
Digitally signed
Every piece sealed with a blockchain token. How NFT authentication works
Craft Ethos
Natural — European oak, linen, brass, real wood veneers
Unique — no repeats. No replicas.
Handmade — inlay, marquetry, carving, engraving
Digitally signed — every piece sealed with a blockchain token
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SYLA is a vessel.
Of silence. Of memory. Of women. Of time.
You don't give SYLA.
You transmit something through it.
Now, the strength is present.
Energy scattered across time —
through mother, through memory, through daughters not yet grown —
has gathered.
It converges here. Now.
In the woman beside me.
Not a muse. Not an echo.
She is the embodiment.
The one for whom everything until now was only preparation.
Crafted in Ukraine.
Resonating globally.
Since 1980.