The tulip glass that makes an ordinary Tuesday pour feel like an aperitivo hour.

Mouth-blown in Turkey for Sir/Madam, ten ounces to a glass, the bowl narrowing then opening like its namesake. The hand-finished color runs deep, in midnight or kale green, and no two come out exactly alike. Two to a set.

For the spritz drinker, the wedding registry that skipped the stemware, the friend whose bar cart is nearly there.