My gift to you, which I didn't have the chance to present with a flourish on a gondola this afternoon, comes in a small hinged box not made of stiff velvet but soft plush corduroy velour. You can't help but play with it before opening the box.
"This is gift enough!" you say, and I know you mean it. You brush the box against your cheek and say, "Ahhh!"
You open the box, and inside is that little circle ring thing that goes above the "A", like in the word "Angstrom".
I hope no one captured our engagement on YouTube.