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  • Before the now ubiquitous and landfill-bound plastic bottles had even been invented, my grandfather used to fill this very bottle with his wine and bring it along, whenever he was traveling.

    The natural companion to this bottle was half a loaf of bread, some cheese, salame or prosciutto.

    The last liquid this bottle contained, about fifteen years ago, was some delicious Vin Santo (literal: Holy Wine), a sweet dessert wine often used, at least in those days, to celebrate catholic mass.

    A wine that is still being sparingly produced in Italy, although not to the high quality standards of my youth and yet selling for astronomical prices.

    After drinking its contents, fifteen years ago, I left a few drops of Vin Santo in this bottle and to this day it retains the wonderful smell of that wine.

    Sometimes I uncork it, smell it, and feel like there is something missing in today's world.

    The bottle is empty.

    My memories linger on the faint, pleasant smell of a holy spirit it contained.


    Soundtrack: Excerpt from Calm Music A (©Giovanni Savino 1989)
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