If you ask me, the only good chalice is a poisoned chalice. Honestly, any egotist pompous enough to actually slurp nectar from a chalice of any kind deserves all the spiritual burdens and acid reflux they are preordained to suffer through.
Just look at self-important King Arthur and his tedious quest for the so-called Holy Grail. What a fool’s errand that turned out to be.
Personally, I’m perfectly content to use a common ceramic mug with “Staples: That Was Easy!” printed on it for my own rituals and ceremonies. I don’t see why other mystics, Keepers of the Flame and High Priests can’t be equally as casual and economical with their altar-ware.