Malt glass

I lost my favorite scotch glass in the move this past January.  It’s not really a scotch glass.  Not designed to be, anyway.  It’s a wine tasting glass from Andrew Murray Vineyards in Santa Barbara County, California, the one that they give you as a souvenir when you pay to taste their wines.  It’s copita-shaped, much like the Riedel port glass, but with a slightly shorter, not as bulbous bowl, shorter stem, and narrower base (the big disc of the base is the ugliest thing — the only ugly thing — about the Riedel port glass.)  I know we have it somewhere, in some box I haven’t yet found.  It’s probably hiding with the two Riedel port glasses I’m still missing.

Much sadness abounds.