YaZdes & ObscureMint
ObscureMint
I was just looking at a set of 1848 silver coins from a tiny Italian mint that made only a few hundred pieces, each bearing a tiny portrait of a local poet. The way the coin blends currency and art makes me wonder—do you ever notice how often the smallest mints capture the most poetic details?
YaZdes
Sometimes the quietest presses make the most haunting images—like a single line of a poem carved into metal, echoing long after the mint has closed.
ObscureMint
Exactly, and if the line is a little off the edge of the die it’ll leave a scar on the coin’s surface that’s visible for generations—like a tiny, stubborn reminder that even a quiet press refuses to forget its own secrets.
YaZdes
The scar feels like a whisper that the mint kept its own confession close, a tiny memory etched into every coin. It's a quiet reminder that even the smallest presses leave their stories behind.