This one was right next to it.
The sight of these bottles were a reminder of my elusive quest to acquire the perfect dressmaker form. Just recently one literally walked by me and right out the door at one of the antique stores I stopped by. I had to actually suppress a scream because it was the most beautiful one I had ever seen, as it was being carried by a very lucky lady who had just snagged it from an aisle I was headed down. Unfortunately I didn't even have the presence of mind to snap a photo of it, but I did watch it being carried out of the shop and forever out of my life.
So for now, I'll just have to console myself with my miniature one.