It started with a single shark tooth on Folly Beach — small, black, perfect. We were hooked. Since then we've spent countless weekends wading through South Carolina rivers, scanning creek beds after storms, and learning to read the ground like a history book.
Our collection grew faster than our shelves. Friends started asking to buy pieces. Then friends of friends. So here we are: Sweet Tooth Fossils, selling the fossils we find with our own hands.
Why "sweet tooth"? Because nothing beats the feeling of spotting that perfect triangle glinting in the gravel. It's a sweet tooth for ancient teeth.