His name is Fran.
At an antique market this weekend, someone put this up at the register to purchase, but never claimed him. Between his impish grin and orange fingernails, I decided Fran needed to come home with me.
Funny thing. A lady at the checkout deliberated about buying him. She seemed as taken with Fran as was I. She vexed and vexed, and said "I would take him except that I don't like that it says WHISKEY on the bottle." I assured her that this little fellow has been sober for a very long time. (bottom of the bottle says 1972). I went on to say that having this in her home wouldn't be to promote whiskey. She finally walked away and I took him home instead. I later learned she was a preacher's wife, and he would have looked askance at this impish vessel entering his humble abode.
Well, all the better for mine. I think he's adorable.
I've tons of booze of various stripes that have been collecting dust on a shelf for years, and I've been planning to clear off all but the occasional fliers from the shelf. That'll make more room for this little guy.
I'm not one to go in for wearing green or big holiday themes, etc, but in this case, I'll make an exception. :)