The last twelve months or so in the post-Soviet sphere have been, among other things, the year of the Molotov Cocktail. Who can forget those clips, amidst the outbreak of war last February, of Ukrainian women calmly packaging up bottles with petrol, rags and grated polystyrene, as though at a local sewing bee? Or of the boxes of Molotov cocktails loaded up for different areas, as if they were cases of Beaujolais Nouveau? In the recent protests in Tbilisi, Molotov cocktails also featured prominently, in battles between protesters and police.