wine-cards

Updated: July 16, 2026

Again the torture of thirst fell upon the little group of survivors, and again, as they rode with withered tongues and crusted lips, a vision of the saloon of the Korosko danced like a mirage before their eyes, and they saw the white napery, the wine-cards by the places, the long necks of the bottles, the siphons upon the sideboard.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Tragedy of the Korosko