Samovars can be beautiful. The technology behing them is intriguing. My Eni would make faces at her brother in the distorted reflections of the shiny finish, like a fun-house mirror.
Now what I don't understand is: You're supposed to leave the smoldering coals in the samovar? Years ago, I had a party and some uninvited guests at a party that went running out the door with a samovar from my house. I think they thought it was valuable. It wasn't Silver, just Chrome, and Electric!, like running out the door with a toaster. It was a Turkish Samovar and had a beautiful shape. Upon visiting Turkey the following year, I told the story and unexpectedly a beautiful samovar, an exact copy of the missing one, was gifted to my from my Aunt's parents. I was complete again, and very grateful.
This Samovar with the food in front of it is from a Tea House in Kazan
This lower samovar is from Morocco. They use them, but the tea has added Mint.
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