Occasionally a bottle just seems to grab you....It defies explanation....It's not that it is so rare...it's not that it is beautiful beyond description....It just has a mysterious quality that resonates with something inside you. Who knows what the attraction is....?
In the near past, Rubye & I had a psychic at our home. She "read" the future & past of Rubye & I and our ten guests. I confess to you that this sort of thing is a quite a stretch for me but it was entertaining & a excuse to have a chuckle & a glass of wine on the deck with friends.
As the psychic prepared to greet our friends she told us a quick "glimpse" of what she saw as she dove to our home. We live on a slight hill above an old brewery (1850's) in Northern California gold country. She "saw" me as a little boy working at the brewery. She also "saw" me run over by a wagon & killed near the brewery....all of this during the gold rush.
I suppose this could be true...why does anyone choose to live where they do....the usual reasons are family & work.....Our move here was to find a place above the valley fog....which just happens to be above the brewery in the gold country....or was it to return to immediate area of my previous life & death....Which brings me back to the "why of bottle collecting" & this bottle.
I admit that bottle collecting is an appreciation of history, an appreciation of color & form...it is also the friendship of fellow bottle guys & gals and of course there's the $$$. But just for one minute consider another connection...one that reaches out from the grave and begs to connect with the past in a more personal means....When you roll that bottle around in your hand & admire it ...don't you feel a deeper connection? I do.
But I degress....the below bottle is a simple perfume...1890's at best...the embossing on the front is that of a buxomous beauty holding a mirror....she's wearing a tight fitting dress & her long curls drape across her shoulders...there are two little birds at the top of the embossing sitting atop a spray of leaves. A lone bubble is caught in her mirror...
There is no pontil....or color....and the bottle would fetch few dollars....hmmm, maybe I was a Femme Fatale in a previous life....a bar maid....Yikes. I am secure in my masculinity....Really I am....happily married 28 years. I knew I shouldn't have gone down this path.....Ha Ha Ha....phew.
The bottle is shown for your appreciation & confirmation of your masculinity.....Keep it clean.
In the near past, Rubye & I had a psychic at our home. She "read" the future & past of Rubye & I and our ten guests. I confess to you that this sort of thing is a quite a stretch for me but it was entertaining & a excuse to have a chuckle & a glass of wine on the deck with friends.
As the psychic prepared to greet our friends she told us a quick "glimpse" of what she saw as she dove to our home. We live on a slight hill above an old brewery (1850's) in Northern California gold country. She "saw" me as a little boy working at the brewery. She also "saw" me run over by a wagon & killed near the brewery....all of this during the gold rush.
I suppose this could be true...why does anyone choose to live where they do....the usual reasons are family & work.....Our move here was to find a place above the valley fog....which just happens to be above the brewery in the gold country....or was it to return to immediate area of my previous life & death....Which brings me back to the "why of bottle collecting" & this bottle.
I admit that bottle collecting is an appreciation of history, an appreciation of color & form...it is also the friendship of fellow bottle guys & gals and of course there's the $$$. But just for one minute consider another connection...one that reaches out from the grave and begs to connect with the past in a more personal means....When you roll that bottle around in your hand & admire it ...don't you feel a deeper connection? I do.
But I degress....the below bottle is a simple perfume...1890's at best...the embossing on the front is that of a buxomous beauty holding a mirror....she's wearing a tight fitting dress & her long curls drape across her shoulders...there are two little birds at the top of the embossing sitting atop a spray of leaves. A lone bubble is caught in her mirror...
There is no pontil....or color....and the bottle would fetch few dollars....hmmm, maybe I was a Femme Fatale in a previous life....a bar maid....Yikes. I am secure in my masculinity....Really I am....happily married 28 years. I knew I shouldn't have gone down this path.....Ha Ha Ha....phew.
The bottle is shown for your appreciation & confirmation of your masculinity.....Keep it clean.
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