mug wine

With the fine summer weather dwindling away, it would be downright rude not to curl up under the covers and sip on some big red gulp. Now I don’t pretend to know very much about wine but can happily invent all sorts of pompous descriptions if I am in company and feel the need to show off. After a couple of glasses the words just tumble off my tongue… Yes, I can detect undertones of cinnamon with a hint of distressed truffle - gentle ripples of vanilla radiating through the soft shades of elderflower… or my favourite, whispers of nutmeg enveloping echoes of rich oak ( I know right!)

  

In a mixture of boredom and desperation, I thought, I'll drink this liquid out of a mug, that's the correct medium for this bad boy. 

Feeling bullied by your rough red wine? Drink it from a mug! With a mug, you are in charge, you call the shots, you get a Hemingwayesque sensation in the thorax as if you were a Partisan up in the mountains, slaking your thirst before a) wenching b) killing Fascists.

Drink up!

em xo