chalice

While my aesthetic these days leans heavily into the sleek, pseudo-futuristic charm of mid-century modern design—think the 1960s vision of tomorrow—I’ve always carried the heart of an old punk rocker and Goth. That side of me, dark and brooding, tends to surface, especially during the holiday season. Candlelight, heavy shadows, and a glass of something warming in hand—it’s my kind of festive. For some time now, I’ve been on a quiet quest for the perfect chalice—a vessel worthy of sipping wine, mead, or Glögg in a room bathed in flickering candlelight. Despite endless...