You wear me tucked behind your collar, Most often in the shape of a heart, I hold the photo of someone dear, Memories invaluable cost no dollar.

I'm often made from ambergris, because for some reason people want to smell like whale puke. I'm usually worn by real life women, and sometimes romantasy book men.

Carved from stone, I reach for the sky, a pointed giant standing by. The ancients raised me, tall and proud, my shadow stretching through the crowd. Four sides taper, meeting as one, I mark great deeds beneath the sun.

I can hold items of value I can hold bodies of experience large and small Without one of Spielberg's aliens I can hold spirits and libations of many types. If you don't box in your thinking, you may be able to answer what am I?

Back in my day milk came in this. OK I still call it this Liquor came in it with X X X on it. For the real old timers Hee Haw had a band using these.