My mom always had a button jar. It was a big glass jar full of all sorts of different buttons, and I used to love to look at all the buttons. And, for some reason, I always liked the way the jar smelled. I’m not sure how to describe what a jar of buttons smells like, but it has a distinct smell. I know this because I have a button jar, too. And even though I have a far smaller number of buttons in it, it still has that button jar smell. Some happy combination of plastic, glass, and metal, I guess. Having a jar of buttons is like having a little piece of home.