My AZOR jewelry has conquered 7 countries (and made a customs officer in Dubai crack)

Casablanca, 6 a.m. Crazy time. First flight of a six-month trip around the world. The only truly "luxurious" thing in my suitcase? My AZOR jewelry . Honestly, am I completely crazy to travel with my gold, or was it vital for my balance? After seven countries, I'm saying it loud and clear: these little golden creations are my true currency. They've opened more doors than all my passport stamps combined.

My jewelry stole the show

Paris. Shock. I'm on the subway, the most jaded place in the world, when a girl calls out to me. "Excuse me, but... your necklace. It's incredible. What's the brand?" She was only talking about my Tifinagh necklace . Seeing this Moroccan piece cause a stir in the French capital was a thrill. "It's Moroccan, AZOR ," I reply, grinning from ear to ear. She's written down the name before I even finish my sentence.

Istanbul. The consecration. At the Grand Bazaar, the most gold-saturated place in the world, an old Turkish jeweler was obsessed with my Rose Solitaire ring . He held it, examined it... then he blurted out, in Arabic: "Very beautifully crafted, this is goldsmithing speaking." When a pro like him validates you, you know you're not just wearing jewelry, you're wearing international quality.

Dubai. Customs' tough love. The customs officer at the airport spent three whole minutes on my Papiyona kholkhal . She asked, "Is this real gold?" while fiddling with it. I thought the worst. Then she looked up and smiled: "It's superb. Where can we buy it?" My jewelry managed to appease the administration.

New York. The buzz in SoHo. In an ultra-chic restaurant, the sommelier, the guy who must only think about wine, asked me the origin of my earrings. "Morocco? The craftsmanship is incredible !" He made such a stir that the whole table turned. AZOR is becoming a cultural ambassador who asked nothing of anyone.

London. The royal anointing. At the Tower of London, while I was admiring the crowns, the guide noticed my collection. He made a crazy remark: "Your pieces show the same attention to detail as our historical crowns." Compared to the Crown Jewels, please! That sets the standard for excellence.

The real plus of AZOR

The best-kept secret of this trip? These jewels are like friend-making machines. In Tokyo, I saw a Japanese woman discreetly take a picture of my locket. In Rome, I was surrounded by a small group of Italian women. Gold, when it's beautiful, speaks all languages .

The killer question: safety. Yes, carrying the equivalent of 20,000 dirhams on the road can cause panic. My solution was simple: everything never goes in the same bag, and I never carry it all at the same time. Zero incidents in six months. Caution pays off.

Unexpected resistance. I admit, I was skeptical. Would my 18-carat AZOR gold hold up between the muggy humidity of Bangkok and the London frost? Answer: it kept its shine. Impeccable. It's a technical detail, but it changes a traveler's life.

The most powerful moment. It was at the Montreal airport. A Moroccan grandmother, the haja . She saw my Tifinagh necklace , and her eyes filled with tears. "You carry our roots to the ends of the earth, my daughter." I realized: this jewelry is not luxury, it is my identity traveling with me.

So, to future travelers: pack your AZORs . Really. They're a better tour guide than any book. They're your story, and they create incredible connections.