As a beverage photographer, ice is very important. For the perfect ice cube, water is taken from the purest of springs in unmolested lands. Transported by the swiftest of steeds across the tundra, driven by monks who have taken an oath of silence. Wisked into an underground cave with a natural temperature of -5 Celsius for a period of no less than 3 months. The block of ice is than cut into cubes by poet ninjas. The cubes were wrapped in silk and delivered to me by white doves. Any questions? That’s ice worthy of being in a fine beverage photograph. ;)