“A form of currency for
brass players.”
I wouldn’t consider it
a currency, as
there is no definite
tradable value to
this smelly liquid that
causes every-
thing
you touch to feel slimy and
greasyfor days.
It’s like a collection
of trading cards.
You expect to only need
one bottle
as a time, but through
impulse buys
and recommendations and
borrowing,
suddenly you own five or
six different
little bottles.
But
the true value of your oils is not how
many you have, but how
many you can
along with being the
person with the
goods, like being the
only person who
remembered to bring
paper plates to the
picnic. Everyone count on you to swoop
in with that magical
little bottle and rescue
us from certain
disaster.
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