Degrees of separation

I have had this pewter powder box for years. It has a little mirror under the lid (couldn't show it and the Pierrot both!) and its little puff still smells strongly of the fragrance of the original powder. It's late C19th, I guess (?) It belonged to a cousin some 60 years older than me whom I knew when I was a child and she an old woman. She was a débutante in Paris before WW1. This little box is my link to her, and to that long-vanished world.