I purchased this totally unacceptable antique for two dollars. Its body is made of milk glass, its head is a futuristic space helmet. It is labeled simply: Perfume, 1974, WHITE BIRD. This delighted me. Madame, what is that ravishing scent? WHITE BIRD. Lady, you smell as good as...as good as a white bird. It is basically the highest compliment a woman could be paid.
The head unscrews, of course, because it is classy. And the body of the bird is filled with this intoxicating substance, so...solid, and so...thick, and so full of...of smell.