Hippie & Flower Child “Let’s Toast Peace” Liquor Bottles

Submitted by Allee Willis May 11th, 2010
Certifikitsch Winner

Not that we don’t need a toast to Peace but the last inebriant a hippie or flower child was thinking about was liquor in 1968 when this Bourbon decanter was unleashed. The incongruity of which is what pushes this 86 proof Limited Edition Royal Enfield Porcelain booze vessel by Maloney into the higher echelons of Kitsch. As is inevitable when a trend as powerful as hippydom sweeps the world, all bastions of the old guarde attempt to hop on the wagon and cash in.

I’ve collected about five each of these bottles and I’m always amazed at the glaze job on the hippie’s face – as if a full can of mace exploded and left him with that Michael Jackson skin thing. I could understand if one of my bottles was messed up but the burn victim look is consistent on all five. Which means the quality control guy at Maloney was probably out back smoking a joint when the bottles came down the line.


I also love that the best thing the establishment could give the hippie to sit on was a garbage can:


To peace!

One Response to “Hippie & Flower Child “Let’s Toast Peace” Liquor Bottles”

  1. transister sistor

    I had both of these decanters. I received them as a gift from my friend, who found this huge warehouse of vintage novelty decanters & ceramic figures in Iowa one summer, when took her kids on a driving tour of America. I loved them both. I lost almost all of my kitsch treasures & special items (whose main value was their uniqueness & sentimental value) when I rented a room from a girl I found on Craigslist. She turned out to have a new boyfriend who was horrible. He was so crazy & insecure, and he convinced himself that I was a threat to their relationship and blamed my “influence” whenever she would disagree with him. He drove me crazy until I moved out 2 weeks later. She felt bad, and told me that I could store my unpacked boxes of belongings in her garage (while I looked for someplace else to live) for up to 2 months. The stuff didn’t even last 2 weeks down there before this boyfriend of hers took most of it away to the dump one day while she was at work, unbeknownst to me. I found out when I found a guy with a van to help me move it, about 2 weeks later. The boxes which were thrown away were all marked as containing “A Few Of My Favorite Things” & “Stuff That Makes Me Happy.” Nice, huh? I wish I was mentally stronger and that I knew about The Judge Joe Brown Show or something back then, cause that guy was so wrong & evil. I am still appalled, and would love to find him and take my revenge (and I am a totally peaceful kind of gal, really!), over six years later.
    Anyway, here is the comment I meant to leave (before I got sidetracked with rage): My Hippie man decanter didn’t have the terrible skin condition on his face