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Some of Widget's memory bottles house...curious things.
How fitting...Widgets tiny gifts each hide a different sound from your childhood, to compliment the scents hidden within his bottles.
Around this time of year, Widget’s tent becomes endless glorious tiny bottles of Christmases past...snow globes, and scents of recipes long forgotten...twinkling lights from the corner of your eye, and the flavor of peppermints melting on your tongue...
You must be very careful with some of Widget’s bottles, because the contents can vanish as quick as a wink. And then the poor boy will have to go to the trouble of capturing them again...
Widget’s memory bottles become particularly special this time of year - any bottle you choose will give you vivid, heartwarming visions of Christmases past.
What does true love smell like? Does it have a scent? Is it roses, or chocolate, or someone’s perfume? Is it cold rain, or a warm fireside, or a combination of your favorite food and fizzy champagne? Or perhaps it’s a soft, worn sweater that smells exactly like the crook of their neck - their skin, and their hair, and their soap, and their warmth...maybe it’s all of those thing.
...I’m sure Widget could help you with figuring this mystery out. I’m sure he’s bottled True Love at some point.
What curious memories must be housed in these sizeable bottles...?
Goodness gracious, what on earth has Widget managed to capture in this jar?!
...perhaps it’s the scent of your sparkler-bitten fingers, smelling of gunpowder and almost-blood, and the taste of sweat licked off your upper lip, and said singed fingers, stuck in your mouth to soothe their sting. The sight of a darkened field filled with fireflies, winking through the night, and flickering in your hole-poked mayonnaise jar like glimmering constellations trapped between your hands. The sound of the pattering flicker of playing cards clothes-pinned to bicycle spokes, and the exhilarated screams filling a carnival midway. The prickly almost-burned tingle of hands that clutched the rope swing over the river, cooled by muddy water and a resounding splash, and the electric ozone air before a thunderstorm, and the subtly sudden beginning, with hot raindrops warming and cooling your skin at the same time.
I think Widget has managed to bottle Summer.
