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My kitchen shelves bristle with vintage coupes, Nick & Noras, highballs, copitas, shot glasses and cut-glass rocks; I own stemware for Champagne through to port and Riesling, Burgundy and Bordeaux.
It’s a professional hazard, partly. But the quest for the perfect glass is also something I’ve always rather enjoyed. Lately, though, my collection has taken on unmanageable proportions. Time, I realised, for a cull.
I took a long, hard look at which glasses I loved, and…
