I come upon a trinket

Well I must say I got a rather unusual gift from a fan today. A tin can that can't be opened, would you imagine that? I don't take it as an insult. It had this lovely note written on it in an ink that looks and smells like raspberry juice. "your dashing to me." In common. Well your dashing to me too who ever you are. That's the other thing, I never got to see who gave it to me. It just sort of showed up back stage. A secret admirer? Quite, the little mystery! The can sounds like it is full of some sort of fluid. Whatever's inside may have magical properties. I think it best I hold on to it.