






Twelve strings. Sparkling Burgundy. Pure 1967 Gibson weirdness—and I mean that as the highest compliment possible. Rare, clean, and cooler than it has any right to be. Condition? Exceptional. Have we met?







Twelve strings. Sparkling Burgundy. Pure 1967 Gibson weirdness—and I mean that as the highest compliment possible. Rare, clean, and cooler than it has any right to be. Condition? Exceptional. Have we met?