A big tin of it.

A Christmas tradition of my childhood. Now buying this tin and opening it the wafted aroma brings an almost unbearable Proustian moment.

These are the sweets that shaped a generation of Britons. This humble tin teaches principles of rationing, sharing and judgement while also introducing subtler aspects of the pleasure/pain balance (toffee penny, anyone?).

But wait! they have changed the packaging. What happened to that caramel one with the star on its wrapper?

Good to see though that the purple one remains. The key included in the tin describes it merely as "the purple one".

HDR photo.