A very special No.9 for me. Script embossing, round drips and a color/type of glass more akin to McLaughlin than Hemingrays of this period. Oh, yeah, and add in some olive and fizz. What makes this one special to me is a magical hunt in an idyllic scene when I was a kid, and finding broken examples just like this one, and several return trips to leave no stone unturned, and never finding more than shards. Fast forward 40 years and Kim Borgman shows me a photo of this clone of my long-lusted-for dream piece, and a trade is struck, and I finally have one of those impossible pieces that got away.