When I was a teen & my hair was still naturally dark, there was a groovy shop at the new mall which sold all manner of hip gifts which could, for a small fee, be sealed in various size gift cans. One could then choose a label to place onto the can for gift giving. One Sunday night at church, (of all places) an evil plot was hatched when one of the guys said he had to leave, but he wished he could join us at the pizza joint--even if it was just for a crust of pizza. The next night we went to the mall & had the pizza crusts canned. A week went by, & when Sunday rolled around, we presented him with the can at Sunday school. It was an odoriferous event.