A firework with a sense of choreography. First, the big bang, then, white teardrops flung from a molten center, as if the sky were sweating from the drama. Then comes the encore: nine red rosettes, tidy and unbothered, like backup dancers who never miss a cue. Meiji-era flair with a suspiciously perfect sense of timing. Part of the ArdorU’s Fireworks Collection.
