There might be someone, somewhere who would see this jar and think “oooo, valuable antique!” Maybe. But most of us are going to look at it and go “Wow, how fake is that!”
On some level, it’s indisputably godawful. And yet—I like it. It’s bad, but in a good way. It’s so fake, it’s fabulous.
Every now and then, it seems, I fall for the faux.