There is only one jeweller whose tasks are all these routinely; who possesses the Royal Warrant of the world's richest woman and it's favourite reigning monarch; whose noblesse oblige necessitates the envoy of a highly skilled maintenance team into the specially sealed off Jewel Room at the Tower of London once a year to minister to the priceless inventory within and, who has over the decades created and cared for these jewels that individually help define the history of England and collectively represent what must remain the piquant but unattainable apotheosis of even the most resourceful of expert thieves.

Garrard like Harrod's is a tangible inflection of Britain's Royal Family. At 112 Regent Street it is where they shop, albeit for consumer goods of a most particular order, and not always during accepted trading hours. Nonetheless it is an institution whose sheer existence represents both the endurance of the Royal generations and ratifies a connection between the 'commoner' and those whose bloodlines come only in the bluest of hues. For unlike Buckingham Palace, Garrard's doors do not forbid the passage of those whose family trees may not be made of such solid, centuries old oak, or whose caste is somewhat below Brahmin. Their tradition of service to their devoted international clientele is legend and nothing gives them more pleasure than to develop long-term relationships with their clients and grow with a family from birth to grandparental status.