Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Bottles of this cologne were available in almost any tourist destination. Around every corner. In nearly every shop.
It is a tiny bottle that stands no taller than my thumb. I didn't even open the lid to take a sniff before purchasing. Yet it is my favorite thing we brought home from our trip to Germany.
I love the pretty vintage label in the perfect shades of dusty turquoise and metallic gold. The delicate lid is topped with the red emblem bearing the cologne name, forty-seven eleven.
It now sits in our living room, atop a stack of vintage books I purchased at a garage sale. An obvious spot to place a bottle of cologne, if I do say so myself.
Upon refection, perhaps it is something special.