The Glittering PlumThere is a moment in The Unbearable Lightness of Being where Juliette Binoche offers Daniel Day Lewis a cognac, and pours it for him into a small, straight sided jigger of glass so that the spirit trembles on the rim. The glass was a little dingy in my memory, but it was a simple glass, and I find likable things in simplicity.
The other half of us has made more of a study of glassware. We have several different kinds of glasses for various bits of drink; we have a number of different shapes for different classes of wine. I have no complaints about any of that; they are fine things, and sing sweet when gently pressed around with a fingertip dipped in the grapey dregs at the end of the meal.
(There is also this trick with a laser pointer...)
In any event, I rarely use them. I instead find myself holding wine in a stout glass tumbler, as plain and round as I can find it. At the moment, this would be a glass from our dwindling supply of half-size juice glasses from Ikea. As always, they are somewhat awkwardly named: they call them Krunk.
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