The good old Nivea Creme

When I was a little girl, whenever there was extremely cold outside, my mother would rub some Nivea creme on to my face, to protect my skin from the cold. I had forgotten all about it, until last weekend when I was visiting her, and she gave me this blue jar. She had intended to send it to me for Christmas, and therefore she wrote my name on it, and that this is a good hand creme. Then she forgot to send it with the Christmas presents ... Well now at least the creme is in my possession, and I quite like the faint smell that brings back childhood memories.