They seem like such precious packages that you covet just as much as what is inside,
Not to get all weepy-eyed and nostalgic on you all, but I still have an empty Chanel bottle that was my mother’s; #5 was her favorite. It reminds me of her whenever I see it, and I have a hard time picking it up without a tear coming to my eye because the lingering fragrance is such a powerful reminder of her.
Precious packages indeed.