There is a tiny drop of scent left in the bottom.
I don't know if I will ever finish it.
It was my sixteenth birthday and we were a new couple, learning each others quirks.
That September was my birthday. I can't think what it must have been like to have to come up with a present for a girl he was getting to know, but he did good.
There was a pink box wrapped in ribbon.
Inside was a collection of hand cream, body butter and then nestled in the corner a little pink bottle of scent.
It meant a lot. It was the first bottle of perfume I had for myself.
I wore it a lot those next few months and he always realised when I did.
It became part of our story, "Cassis Rose, Eau de toilette''.
I sniff that bottle now and that first year with him comes flying back. Memories of walking along the river, secret kisses in the dark and hand holding in the cinema.
Memories of catching his eye across a french classroom, lifts home with his family and a New Year at the farm.
We have exchanged many presents over the last few years and they too are precious. None though can bring back such a flood of memories as one sniff of this little perfume bottle can.
Some day soon I will wear it again and see if we can add some new memories to the bank of ones that are already evoked by its scent.
Today I am joining in with the lovely Sian and her Storytelling Sunday- pick your precious. Do pop over to visit other bloggers and read about their precious things.