It holds not only warmth but the quiet tenderness of midnight. Don’t rush to drain it at once… Watch the liquid sway with your gesture, tracing curves like the rise and fall of breath; feel the vessel grow warm beneath your fingers, as if tamed by a patient rhythm. When the last sip slips down your throat, the lingering scent along the rim will whisper: in the hush of night, there is still a softness waiting to be savored.
