ABSTRACT
Some of the perfume jars come from Perachora, a sanctuary of Korinth. Dedications to goddess Hera Limenaia, with cups, wine ewers, boxes; some were dedicated elsewhere. The Korinthian Gulf opens blue to the west. Many more were carried to new Greek settlements in Sicily and Italy to turn up in graves. Tiny jars, to be held easily in the palm of a hand or between finger and thumb. A few dozen stowed in an aristocrat’s ship. A ship? Well perhaps fifty oared. Aristocrats? Sons, perhaps not yet with their inheritance which would mainly be land. Setting out to travel. The pots were popular in the west. A few potters produced the figured jars crammed with animals, people, stylized flowers (most were still abstractly patterned with many lines), and sometimes still working perhaps on a seasonal basis. In the ‘city’ of Korinth, though it still looked more like a collection of villages. You wouldn’t have seen these pots fifty years earlier. Things were changing. People knew it.
