I smelled the towels and they smelled new and clean. It was the best Christmas present in the whole world. I lost one of the towels to a girlfriend that needed some rags and tore one of the thin holed towels up for rags. I did not speak to her until my testosterone level started to speak for me, I was so angry. The other one is safe in my closet by some of my brother's old tee shirts and my old poncho liner.
Some treasures only have value to one person.