Lidless container

Usage examples of carafe.

Soloflex machine, a grubby pink Epilady leg razor, a Bakelite coffee carafe.

On the platform stood a hard-bitten piano, three chairs and a table bearing the insignia of all British gatherings, a carafe of untempting water and a tumbler.

After I had devoured spaghetti alla bolognese, scaloppine, salad, and creme caramel, and finished half a carafe of wine, I began to realize how tired I was.

The mother headed for one of the iron tables near the Bocci court and poured herself a glass of red wine from a carafe.

They drank a carafe of wine with their dinner, all there was to drink except beer, and Alethea declared it to be very nice although Sarre, tasting it, declared that the beer would have been more palatable.

He carried a carafe of wine, a bowl of bread-rings, a platter of chargrilled baby octopus redolent of thyme and garlic with just a hint of bay leaf, a jug of extra sauce, and some olive oil and vinegar.

Servilia leaped to her feet and went to the console table where two carafes and some silver goblets resided, poured un-watered wine into one and stood supporting him while he sipped at it, retching slightly.

You knew where the legal department was, and how to get a package through the mailroom without delay, and whom to see about tax deductions, and what to do when your water carafe sprang a leak.

There was, for instance, a nook sheltered from the rain, up against the house, in which stood a minifridge, thermal mugs, and a coffeemaker Wally had connected to the house wiring and water systems: one need only bring a basket of grounds, and remember to leave the carafe out for the rain to rinse afterward.

Maybe it was the carafe of wine from the local Greco di Bianco grapes.

He flew and returned with a glass, the decanter of brandy and a carafe of water.

On the antique wooden buffet, a serving tray with a coffee carafe sat ready.

An empty matching chair was opposite, and set to one side within reach of both was a small table on which sat a carafe of wine and two goblets.

Ginger mused upon her ancestresses who had left behind, in bureau drawers and standing chests, bars of petrified gardenia soap and cylinders of solid bath crystals and long-necked carafes of bath oils, their contents separated like salad dressing but which could yet be shaken and poured.

She sat upon the reliable lid of an old army footlocker, reflecting upon bath towels and pillowcases and water carafes and coat hangers and extension cords-she understood the boys were bringing some sort of computer with them.