A set of four Faberge colognes that belonged to my grandmother, always on her bureau, like my mom's Chanel I wrote about below. I scanned these bottles, lying them on their sides, which accounts for the brown "stains" on the glass bottles on the left, the small amount of liquid left in them settling on the sides when I placed them on the scanner. The other two are pretty much full, not bad for small bottles which have been open since, I'm guessing, the early 1960s, and they still smell pretty good, too!
My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer in 1963, and didn't get out much after that, dying in 1969 when I was twelve. I can remember her wearing these, so I think they must have been relatively new in the sixties. Even though it has been more than forty years, whenever I smell one of these, I can imagine sitting next to her in her car, or in a restaurant—she loved to take me to lunch, all dressed up, see below, or in her home, side-by-side as she taught me to knit and perl. After she died, I guess Hoohoo couldn't throw them out, and after Hoohoo died, I kept everything including these, lol.
From left, the names of the perfumes are, Aphrodesia, with a reddish top under clear glass, Woodhue, with a woodgrained top, Act IV, with a black top with stars on it, and Tigress, with a furry faux tigerskin top.
All ready to go to lunch with my grandmother, or Nanny, as I always called her. The Ratpack was alive and well in 1962! I might have looked like a little Peter Lawford, but I thought I was Sammy Davis, Jr. Every time he was on TV I'd jump up and try to sing and dance just like him, lol. I think it was because he was short! Doncha just love the pose? I was a natural!