My Magic Mug Author : RISHAN GADHIA

 My Magic Mug

Author : RISHAN GADHIA

Hi friends my name is Rishan Gadhia and today I am going to tell you all about my Magic mug. My magic mug is one of the the best and most awesome gifts I ever got,.

You have may seen initially it looks plain from outside but when you fill hot liquid in it, it reflects the picture of something around the mug right? Have you ever wondered or question yourself what science logic or techniques used for this change?

Well, I did if you also do, read my blog to and understand it as you came to the right place. This picture reflects when it comes in contact with hot fluids like milk, tea or coffee. It occurs due to the presence of thermochromic ink around the mug. Now I will share with you all how this mugs are made. During the making process they take a normal clay mug and use a mixture of thermochromic ink stirred with epoxy to form thermochroic ink and spread it around the mug. to make it in to radium or chameleon mug. Now they submerge the photo you provide or it can be electronically done, there you have it, your mug is done and you can enjoy a hot cup of milk in it and magically, your favorite picture will reflect. Its very safe to use its microwave safe and dishwasher safe too. I started using my magic mug three months ago and afterwards i found out that in 9 months it expires so I planned on keeping it safe for six more months so that I can see it expire itself.

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