One day while sitting around the campfire, my grandpa reached for my cup and said, ”Kupilka is an old name, from times way back. Even in ancient times it was a tradition to sit around the fire and drink from a small cup. Sometimes a hot drink, sometimes something sweeter. When evening came, your own Kupilka was like your best friend; it signalled a time to listen to stories, to the waves on the lake and the trees in the forest.”