Picture this. You are in Paris. The year is 1793. You are being sent to the guillotine in a tumbril with a cartload of other political prisoners. They are filthy royalists, so they wear red carnations for their boutonnieres to show their allegiance; you--whatever you are, whatever it is you did to deserve execution--are not a filthy royalist, so you do not. Instead, you are wearing this pin. The scorching Fructidor sun glances off this laudable emblem to your dedication.
Measures 2" in diameter.
Measures 2" in diameter.