For Pearl, every day is toasted with bubbles. A symbolic nod to a new day and a fresh start. The perfect upper. The simple act of opening a bottle and hearing the soft pop never fails to bring a smile to our ghouls face.

Hidden in a brutalist wasteland between two derelict estate pubs 'Parkway Tavern' and 'The Earl George' our ghoul drifted among milk floats roaming the streets in the sky, scavenging un-sold pastries tossed aside by the cafe. Pearl- the urban forager, the master thief, the insomniac - didn't only survive, but thrived on this urban bounty.

Nocturnal animals often have adaptions for living without light, larger eyes and heightened smell and sound. Our ghoul is a friend to darkness, at home in its concrete playground, casting no shadow in the moonlight to steal your nightcaps!

Glass / Bottle