As a messy anal retentive with undertones of obsessive compulsive disorder I have chosen to keep my spices in different sized containers, from different suppliers and manufacturers. They also have different shapes which don't stack properly and are either too big or too small for my cupboards and drawers and usually have oddly coloured lids. This of course keeps me completely and perpetually in a state of utter confusion and often requiring medication. Well that is my excuse anyway.
These photographs are going to permit my analyst to have a very nice holiday this year.
George, my leftovers are neatly rolled up in the plastic bag with a rubber band and put into the spice crypt, never to be spoken of again. Once every decade or so I take a look in there and make a big mixed masala of unknown culinary usefulness and throw it away. But, nothing less than the 10 year limit is wasted.

My daughter gave me a label maker for Christmas but I cant take it out of the box till I find a container to put it in.