Oh I know I know it’s like a dirty little secret but I can’t help it. I have to look. When a couple of weeks have gone by and I think there might have been a new delivery I have to peek to see what’s new.
And there is always something new. And byootiful. And soooooooo expensive that I know I will not buy it. I will just admire it.
Take these decanters. I don’t need a decanter. The wine is barely long enough in the bottle to make it worth decanting. And, let’s be honest, I’m not really drinking the sort of vintage that benefits from a decant and a breathe. My plonk de table is very happy going straight from bottle to glass thank you very much.
And I certainly don’t feel that on some sort of fantasy level that my life would be improved if I did drink that sort of wine. And yet… and yet… I just love these decanters and think they would look great in my kitchen. On the black shelves. Or in the sitting room, against the black walls…
But I fantasise. For they are from *whisper it* anthropologie and they cost £128 each. It is and will remain, alas, an object of design and dreams only.