I love this mug so much. It is my favorite. We met two years ago in New York at the Guggenheim gift shop. Coffee, tea, cocoa, everything tastes so much better in it. And it fits my fingers, perfect. I’m super territorial, super possesive about this mug, and if anyone dare uses it — whoa, whoa, whoa, there will be problems. It’s mine. Not yours. Get your own favorite mug. I’m the one who washes it and places it ever so carefully back on the shelf in the kitchen cabinet. Me. Yea, sometimes I leave it in the car, but it’s resting comfortably on my floor mats, I assure you. Loveyoubabe.