The Chimney vase is where this studio shows off, and I will not dress that up as anything more principled than it is. Its surface reads rough from across a room, all ridges and shadow, the kind of texture that makes people reach out before they have asked what the thing is for, and then it turns out smooth under the hand, which throws them every single time. It throws me too, and I have handled hundreds. As a stacked glass vase the form repeats up its length, so what could have read as a plain tube instead looks assembled, deliberate. Any tall narrow glass vase this slim needs that. Three sizes exist: the large at nine and three quarter inches, the small at eight, a squat pot version standing four. Nothing is machine-finished, because those ridges are cut and closed by hand at Chive Ceramics Studio quietly, each ridge worked on its own, over a bench that has seen worse.