You know how some people are brand fangirls and fanboys? Like, all of their tech products are made by Apple, they only buy Subaru cars, they’re disappointed if a restaurant only serves Coke instead of Pepsi, and they’ll go on for days about the merits of Starbucks coffee? I’m not that person. But I LOVE my Zojirushi vacuum mug.
Jack’s on the left, mine on the right
Jack bought me my Zojirushi stainless steel travel mug one day just because I had started a new job and it was on sale for $30. (Now they cost just under that even when they’re not on sale, so you win.) I kind of made fun of him for spending so much on a travel mug that I’d never ever use, because I’d never brought coffee to work with me in my life. And now I can’t live my life without it.
I’m not being melodramatic when I tell you that my Zojirushi is amazing. It’s made with some sort of vacuum insulation that makes it super awesome at keeping things cold or hot but also keeps it super light. And it keeps things cold or hot for hours. The Zojirushi website says the bottle retains heat or cold for six hours, but I can tell you that it works even longer than that for me. The first time I brought coffee to work, I poured it into the mug at 8 a.m., and it was still burning my mouth at 3 p.m. Not just staying warm but actually burning my mouth! It wasn’t until about 6 p.m. that it finally became lukewarm. It works so well that I learned I need to pour the coffee into the Zojirushi when it’s the temperature I want it to stay at all day, or I need to pour it into a regular mug if I want it to cool off for drinking.
I’m so addicted to my Zojirushi now that I use it every day all day, even around the house. I don’t even put the lid on it when I’m just sitting on the couch, and it still keeps my drinks cold for hours. Even without any ice! It actually feels stupid to me to drink beverages out of regular glasses. (Just like using a non-bidet toilet feels dumb to me now that I have this.) When I foolishly pour iced coffee into a regular glass and the ice melts within minutes, I yell at it, “Why are you not a Zojirushi?!” It helps that Zojirushi is an incredibly fun word to say, although I can’t always remember it and can be found calling my thermos a Momofuki or a Kukumushi.
I love it so much that when we were in Japan last month, I spotted a Zojirushi display in Akihabara and convinced Jack and our friend Nik that they both needed to buy one. And now their lives are as good as mine is. I want your life to be good, too.