8/2/20
The difference between something and nothing.
The bottle had been empty for awhile.
Yet a last sip lingered.
The cap was firmly closed.
By all appearances, an empty bottle.
Perhaps saved for its aesthetics.
Or for the memories of its splendor.
Or as a reminder for future purchase.
Whatever the case, you presented the occasion
To throw back the bottle
And allow the last sip
to make its way toward
Recognition
That special flavor
Unique among gins
Award winning
World class
Everything that Vermont is, stands for, can be, has achieved
Just a taste.
A reminder
Actual and fleeting
Not to be repeated
The definition of done.
Empty.
Now the bottle is rinsed.
Just a bottle.
Will it be recycled?
Remain on a shelf?
Become a candle?
It’s not really up to me.
I felt it was best to remove the vestige of the flavor
To allow the bottle to be.
But the fact remains. The store, thankfully, is full of Barr Hill Gin bottles.
Though, of course, never again this one.
It’s not like a milk bottle from a local farm.
That can be earnestly returned for reward.
No, it’s a simple reminder of how good life can be.
Of how a generic thing can be made special.
Of how quality, effort, team work, can bring to light another way.