 In the ground. And in this case, they buried it under the central square of this little village. Every family had kind of a flagstone. And underneath each flagstone in the central kind of square was a hole about two feet deep in which there was a birch bark wrapped lump of butter that had been there anywhere from 10 years up to 50 years. And it was the way they preserved it. And the older the butter got, it was like wine, you know, the more...