I like carbonated fruit sodas. I like them in glass bottles.
Hardly any sodas come in glass bottles anymore, and it’s a shame. Glass is a wonderful insulator. The soda comes out of the fridge so cold it has extra bite.
These particular glass bottles have the added attraction of a very cool flip top.
You pull the wire forward, and *pop* goes the ceramic stopper. (It has a rubber ring around the bottom to give it a better seal.) Somehow soda tastes better when you have audio anticipation.
The labels on these particular sodas are kind of homely. I can see they’re reaching for a feel of Renoir or maybe a vintage French poster, but all I’m seeing is a bunch of discordant colors and images vomited onto a label.
Not that that stops me from enjoying my soda. My current favorite is pink lemonade.
Underneath the labels, these bottles are beautiful. I realized quickly that it would be a shame to toss them into the recycling bin.
The Big M and I visited a little French country restaurant in Seattle that brought out bottled water to the table. Looking at my soda bottles, I thought it would be fun to do the same.
So I soaked the bottle I had on hand in hot, soapy dishwater, and then peeled off all the labels. Then I filled it with tap water and stuck it in the fridge to chill.
Isn’t that pretty? Makes you want to drink water, doesn’t it?
The bottle itself has additional beauty that is easily overlooked with all those labels distracting you.
I love the knobby glass texture under my fingers, all cold and sweating. The visual is nice, too. It’s the kind of glass bottle you’d have to pay $10 or more for at a retail outlet, but I got it for $3 at a grocery store. And it came filled with soda.
We stick a bottle on the table at suppertime and call it our “Fancy French Water.” The kids think it’s fun. I do, too.
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