So there you are, strolling through Rome’s Leonardo de Vinci Airport in the late 60s to catch your flight home after backpacking across Europe, when THIS catches your eye in the duty-free store. It sits among a dizzying array of ceramic bottles made to look like everything: African masks, tribal women, soccer boots (with real laces!), birds, insects, singing Cossacks and Middle Eastern men smoking hookas. If that wasn’t enough, you have your choice of liqueurs: cherry or apricot or brandy or crème de menthe and on and on. But suddenly you hear Now boarding Flight 257 to New York and you can’t wait any longer, you have to make a decision… so you bring home this serene but well-made fellow, with his delicately applied glaze of mottled green, brown and yellow, eggplant-accented eyes, and rope (!) hair. You enjoy the liqueur at home, but long after you’ve forgotten the taste you take one look at this guy on the wall of your basement tiki bar and you’re right back there, young and carefree again, when the world seemed full of endless choices.