A tyg (or tig) is a large English pottery mug with three or more handles dividing the rim into sections for several drinkers. These tall, black-glazed, red-bodied drinking vessels were produced from the 15th century through the first half of the 17th century, peaking in popularity during the 16th and 17th centuries. Some were made with as many as nine handles.
The multiple handles also allow hot drinks to be passed around without pain.
Tygs were made in large quantities at Wrotham in Kent and in many Staffordshire factories. Examples have surfaced at 17th-century American colonial sites, as well as in the UK.
There is a whole other life to Tygs. The miniatures, many of the leading names in Staffordshire and Worcester area have manufactured three handled Tygs that stand proud at only 1 to 1 7/10 inches in size.
There are also examples of Japanese and German Tygs.
Many people ask what are they for? The most likely answer for the small ones is for decoration, as many of them are exquisitely painted and are widely collected.
Usage examples of "tyg".
When Tarbeck Hall came crashing down on Lady Ellyn, that scheming bitch, Tyg claimed he smiled then.
She was safely hidden behind a shrub across the lane before the Tyger and his lady were on the front steps.
His hand fell to grip her other arm, and he held her as if he would devour her like the Tyger he was.
Her Tyger turned on her with teeth and claws bared to devour faith and love and everything she had become.
He stared at her a moment longer, and then the tyger drew his attention.
She gazed out at the tyger, who had retreated to the shade of the sacking the grooms had laid across the top of his pen.
Nobody but the tyger saw her as she came and tried the big brass keys, one after another, in the padlock that secured the door of his pen.
If all their intelligence was the tyger, how long would they last, how would they be able to fare into this coming forest of the night?
One of those purloined treasury notes had been cashed in Durango just before Calvert Tyger had died in yet another rooming house fire, and that seemed sort of suspicious as soon as you read the same line over.
The gal said Tyger had cussed her boss about those hundred-dollar notes before gunning him, as if it had been the poor paymaster's fault.
Longarm was even more certain someone ad been fibbing about that charred body registered as Tyger when he opened a message from his home office to discover his fellow deputies, Smiley and Dutch, had found two other rooming house registers that claimed, in different handwriting, Calvert Tyger had spent some recent nights in other parts of Denver at the same time, before somehow moving on alive and well as far as any fool records showed, So some damned body, for some damned reason, seemed to be going around checking in and out for the night under the assumed name of a wanted man.
I know they all say Calvert Tyger, Brick Flanders, and them other Galvanized Yankees started out in these parts years ago.
Beyond that the wheatlands and vineyards dotted the flat land that stretched away to the Paarde Berg, the Horse Mountains, where once the wild mountain zebra had roamed, and the Tyger Berg.
Unfortunately for Flanders, Tyger was way more certain it had to be him pulling jobs on the sly and making an outlaw laying low more famous than he'd ever mean to be.
Calvert Tyger and his pals had foresworn the Confederacy a good spell before Lee's surrender, and would have been free to head home the same as any other Union vets had they not deserted both armies in time of war.