24/03/2026
I can never quite walk past a hip flask… there’s something about them- a quiet sort of charm, a hint of mischief. I seem to have gathered a small collection along the way.
In the 1920s, during Prohibition, they truly had their moment. Sales soared- more in six months than in the entire decade before.
Not just beautiful, but discreet. Tucked away, carried close, they became little companions of a rebellious age. Even the word “hipster” once belonged to those who kept a flask at hand.
My favourite is this tan leather-wrapped piece from 1977, with its captive top so the lid is never lost.
A little rebellious history in your pocket 🥃
