My favorite one has to be a 1976 Epiphone twelve string I bought in Pensacola, Florida while stationed there in my Navy "A" school. I carried that puppy with me all over Italy and the Mediterranean on a variety of submarines and ships. It made me drinkin' money sitting on a bar stool at Bobby's in Glayfada Square, Athens in 1977, and a whole lot of other memories before and afterwards. I've been through a variety of other acoustic and electric 6-strings since then, but only a 1984 Yari Alvarez that I have now can make me as happy as that old 12-string. It plays good, holds it's tuning well, and makes an old man sound halfway alright.