carafe

There were a carafe and a glass on the side table.

Raymond asked as he brought the carafe to the table.

Some one poured a carafe of water on my head.

Half a carafe of the red is all the wine knowledge required.

He stood in the center, watching the silver carafe to his left.

I held my cup out, and she poured from the carafe.

She saw the carafe I carried, and reached for it.

Before him on the table was carafe of cloudy water.

There were large carafes of water to wash it all down with.

Water glasses are filled and a full carafe is left.

Carafes and wines by the glass are available as well.

David Oh reached over and poured some water from a carafe.

There wasn't much left in the second carafe by now.

She'd need a full carafe every morning if she continued to lose sleep like this.

Pair any choice with a carafe of wine and you'll be good to stay.

I opened my eyes and saw her filling the glass once more from a large carafe.

I knew the answer before she spoke, seeing the empty carafe near her head.

Fisher moved toward the counter and the carafe of water.

He poured her a cup of coffee from the carafe.

Washing all this down were carafes of red or white wine.

The alcohol would probably fix whatever was growing in the carafe.

She snatched up the water carafe and backed away from him.

After she'd cleared the plate, she gave me another carafe.

Just open that window, and hand me the water carafe."

"Would you mind pouring me a glass of water from that carafe over there?"