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Longing for Italy
My Noble Potion bottle was made in Verona.
A sunny day before, Venice had enchanted me. A craftsman had turned back and pulled me inside while leaving and closing his workshop as I looked at his shop windows. A traditional glass workshop, a really old musty shop as you would imagine it. He was repairing chandeliers and had some wonderful drinking glasses to touch. He talked about the family business. Masterful craftsmanship. Mouth-blown glass feels velvety, almost plastic, as if it were flexible. Happy second October in Venice, sun, green blue, terracotta and AperolSpritz for 4 Euro 50.
The next day, while strolling through Verona, I saw the Merchant of Venice store, I whooped and ran away from my companion into the store. A really select polite and friendly salesman gave excellent advice. I smelled my way through the assortment, Fenice, Arabesque, Red Potion and Asian Inspirations. I was delighted, a great shop, beautiful stories, finest glass vases everywhere. A jewel. Finally I chose Noble Potion, probably the tamest fragrance of all. I like wood, you can't go wrong with me. With an erotic undertone that emphasizes physicality, as the salesman told me. I got half the assortment of samples, all packed in a beautiful bag, and left the shop blissfully happy.
Since last year I've had a longing for Italy.