What fresh thing do you get a thrill out of "cracking open"? (please see OP for explanation)

I suspect I am not alone in this phenomenon. I really enjoy cracking open a fresh:

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[li]Container of ice cream. Especially if it is slightly softened. That first creamy scoop becomes delicious the moment the scooper breaks the plane.[/li]
[li]Jar of peanut butter. See ice cream, above. Creamy, not crunchy.[/li]
[li]The Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. I look forward to Sunday mornings when I can find that fresh crossword, quarter and crease the paper just so, and read that first clue, pen in hand. And it’s gotta be the Sunday NY Times puzzle; no others do that for me.[/li][/ul]

Your turn. Go.
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Fiber gummies. They’re so soft and squishy and they release a delicious fruity chemically aroma when you peel off the seal. They become progressively stiffer and drier very quickly, turning from the consistency of warm gummy bears to something closer to an individually wrapped Twizzler you forgot in the bottom of your purse.

My bed with fresh clean sheets on it.

Really niche one: cracking the seal on a Mini Bag Plus, a system that mixes an antibiotic powder with saline for IV administration. It’s like this little tube with a satisfying crunchy bit you bend to break, and then you squeeze the saline and mix it with the powder. I have no idea why I love to do this so much, but it makes me giggle every time. I’m breaking stuff! On purpose!

Beer, of course.

And bubble-wrap bubbles.

1 lb can of coffee.

No one remembers opening a Cracker Jack box–and finding a toy in it?

Sad news; they are getting rid of the toy.

My eyes in the morning: Hey! I’m still here!

And yeah, the peanut butter thing.

Passport.

The whole lies before me, like an open book.

Adventure potential; maximum!

A brand new book, especially one that you know is going to be well loved in the future.

As a corrolary to that, I also love to crack into an old, well-loved book. Books all around, I guess.

Not quite cracking open, but peeling off the plastic cover for new electronics.

Ounce o’ weed.

A new shower curtain liner. Love that smell.

Ditto the ice cream and the Sunday NYT puzzle.

A tub of margarine, love the little swirl in the center.

Haven’t played in ages, but a new can of tennis balls.

My best friend Blackjack loves the sound of a new box of dog biscuits being opened.

Everything’s better with a bag of weed.

Yup, this.

Unzipping my wife’s dress at the end of the day.

Chapstick…it always has those delightfully sharp edges the first time I use one on my lips. This edge immediately is lost after that first application.

Off-gassing 400 toxic chemicals, I read somewhere once. :eek:

New tubes of paint or a fresh bottle of Quink.
Bottles of mead.
New hide of veg-tan leather

OK, so I looked up “Quink” and it’s a type of fountain pen ink (portmanteau of quick+ink) and I’ve drunk my share of mead.

But what’s the last one?