In an effort to inspire a fellow blogger with wonderful old~world sartorial taste and a penchant for old~world hotels offering old~world style libations I present:
"I bet James Bond pretended to be an Internal Revenue Officer just to try this!" I say, lost in the romantic notion of some handsome man trying to smuggle a bottle out of the country because he fell in love with it.
"I seriously doubt it, he was a vodka man, remember?" DH responds, looking almost as if he is in a bit of pain...
Compliments of a patient/friend of DH, this bottle sat on the bar for months (at my insistence) until DH convinced me he had researched it and found it not so wanting...after tasting it I understood completely. My first reaction was "Eeeeooooow cheap tequila" followed by "Oh wait, that's almost warm & lovely" followed by "Ooooh, it's burning and I don't think I want another sip" followed by " Oooh, I actually taste moldy, oaky Scotch, I think..."
We opened it, we tried it, we would never go buy it. But, being a lover of all things vintage, I enjoyed the ride. Besides, the same day he opened it, I found this:
Not vintage, but so very Friday Belt: an oh so preppy pink & green cocktail ribbon belt by Douglas Paquette of Providence, RI. Being dog~less (aside from the occasional dog~sitting for fam & friends) I passed on the matching collar & leash, but then again, that was before the whisky...