“Don’t drink from it… unless you’ve made peace with your darkness." Forged under a blood moon, whispered by shadows. The Skull mug wasn’t crafted , it was cursed.Each taste binds your soul a little tighter.It waits in silence; cold, empty, watching.One pour, and the room goes still.Steam rises like a warning.You think it’s coffee… it’s not.
Each piece is meticulously handcrafted, showcasing slight variations in color, texture, and size, contributing to its unique character and charm. This is a result of the human element and the effects of the firing technique.