While I was tempted to purchase tulip bulbs (of the variety that drove the Dutch economy to ruin) or a porcelain thimble adorned with windmills, something else caught my eye at the duty free store. Beyond the mountains of Marlboros, beyond the towers of Toblerone, I found a curious clay vessel in the alcohol section (see above). Not willing to shell out 30 euro for a potentially gimmicky (it was near the "absinthe" after all), fragile crock of mystery booze, I walked on. I went and enjoyed the tropical climate in the temperature and humidity-controlled, glass-walled cigar room before continuing on my way.