“VINTAGE” in italiano

I have this fine honied vintage here, all the way from the volcanic terraces of Irrica’s mount Hethaly.

The industrial estate on the south side of Chichester holds the usual small businesses for an affluent city: a curio shop next to a gym next to a vintage car mechanic next to a reclaimed antique tile seller.

These two necromancers I have out there, well, I suspect even if the Dark Kind don’t catch them, they won’t last long against shades of this vintage.

Out went her canopy bed and trendy outfits and in came the secondhand vintage clothes and garage sale finds.

It was the vintage clothing in her suitcase and Judy’s bucket list, and every other list stashed in her sister’s hatbox.

An excellent vintage indeed.

A grand vintage fifties affair her sister, Judy, had once dreamed about.

She had purchased her clothes from vintage shops in Los Angeles solely for this trip and planned to donate them as soon as she settled in New York.

Lipsticks in vintage shades of Coral Sunrise and Vivid Crimson filled the drawers.

It was several hours later when Joy slipped into a floaty, stylishly current sundress that reached midthigh, forgoing her vintage attire.

I’ve been wearing vintage clothes like Judy did and listening to her favorite music.