I can walk by tourist crap without a second glance. Fridge magnets, plastic fans, and I Heart T-shirts don’t do it for me.
But, give me a story. Throw in a bit of history, polish it with the patina of time and romance. Tell me something is rare and I’m reaching for my credit card.
Sucked in.
There’s a small vineyard in Mazzorbo, Venice.
Don’t go.
The sales presentation is flawless; crisp white linen and crystal wine glasses. The story is exquisite; a grape thought lost to history, a wine the Venetian Doges drank. The wine bottles themselves are works of art, the glass made in Murano, and the label wrought from paper-thin gold leaf.
Did I mention the bottles are numbered by hand, and the wine comes in the cutest little wood crate?
Was I aware I was being taken in by a fantastic sales pitch? Vaguely, but— Wine the Doges drank!
Was the wine even good?
You’re asking the wrong person. I don’t like wine.
Suckered in. Hook, line, and sinker 🙂
Sounds like I’d like that too, and I do drink wine. No worries because I’ll never get there, but I see where you’re coming from.
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It was a great sales pitch, history in a wine glass 🙂
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The wine presentation does look beautiful!
Then again, I also like colourful magnets. Tiny little postcards doting my fridge. 😀
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I’m smiling just imagining your magnetic postcards, a memory in each one 🙂
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Murano glass? I cannot imagine how expensive one bottle would be. I would love to climb up into that tower, however, and check out the view.
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Tower or no tower, there isn’t a bad view in Venice 🙂
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