Every bottle that leaves this workshop is shaped by my own two hands.

For thirty years I’ve heated, blown and cut every piece of glass the slow way my father taught me — the lion, the eagle, the old fire engine. No moulds. No factory line. Just craft you can feel the moment you pick it up.

The big factories nearly closed me down last winter. I’m not ready to let the furnace go cold — so I’m letting these go for up to 50% off. Every order you place keeps it lit a little longer.