This stunning tin box arrived in the Swenglish household a few years ago, from a friend who, at the time, was residing in Azerbadjan. My Russian is a little bit rusty, shall we say, but I think it is a tin that once, a hundred years ago or so, contained chocolates.



A little scruffy, sadly devoid of chocolate, but with a vintage factor so high it almost makes up for the lack of chocolate.

Almost.