My memory is buying my mum a little blue bottle of Evening in Paris from Woolworths for Christmas, the top was a gold cone and when you took the top off there was a little black rubber bung to keep the perfume from spilling. It had a beautiful smell and I loved it when mum wore it on very special occasions. That was the early sixties. Years later my wonderful son bought me a bottle of Joy by Jean Patou when he went to Paris on a trip. I loved that he got it for me. He knew I always wanted it as my mums name was Joy. I have never been able to afford another bottle but have the one Richard bought me in the nineties. He was killed in 2005 so it is very precious to me.