Beaker

The Beaker People were named after the shape of their pots.

We seem to be transported, as in a dream, to the vines, and orange-groves, and cloudless skies of Greece, and the wearied spirit abandons itself for a while to the soft influences of the azure heaven, the countless luxuriance of roses, the undulating forms of the fair girls dancing in the shade, while youthful attendants brim the beaker with wine.

By slowly adding adipoyl chloride solution into a beaker of 1,6-hexanediamine, you can make a strand of nylon that generates more as you pull it out.

The beakers of mead spilled in huge puddles.

[…] at every meal break he shambled into the galley black-fingered and smelling of engine-grease and concrete floors, to contemplate over his meal the beakers at their round tables chatting away, completely oblivious […]