

In their uncut form, diamonds can be mistaken for cloudy little rocks, the kind you’d find in a pouch and pay $500 to smoke. Formed deep in the Earth under pressures that would turn you into a jam stain, these rough crystals are mined and only gain their sparkle once someone with a steady hand cuts and buffs them to perfection. Synthetic diamonds are now easy to make, but many haughty-ass brides still baulk at the prospect, preferring instead the blood-soaked authenticity of carbon pried from the Earth by a starving child’s hands.