This is one of my prized vintage finds, but, alas and alack, I just don't use it. Purchased in Sweden, it has the odd distinguishing characteristic of having a Parisian address belonging to somebody named Patou - the designer/perfumer? who knows! - scribbled on its bottom. The price has been appropriately discounted, but if it turns into a Dan Brown-worthy mystery novel because of the secret documents sewn into its lining (or what have you), at least look me up and tell me the story, nu? Some additional wear - looks like it was well-loved and repaired in at least one spot - represented in photos. If you want more, as always, you have only to ask.