Salt Pots, Salt Pigs

Now I don't know why they are called 'Salt Pigs', but I do have a thing for them.  I can't quite put my finger on what I like about them - whether its the pottery (I think there is a hidden potter in me wanting to come out).  The individual style; the appeal of the burnished brown colouring; or just the pure charm of them - but whenever I walk into a craft market,; a thrift shop; or an antique market, I am always attracted by the salt pots on offer.  So much so that D has had to pull me away, literally.  I think I own five, also a French style wooden one that was hung in the kitchen and now packed away.  

The smallest one in the picture was the first one I ever owned.  I got the potter who was working at Kelburn Castle and Country Centre to make me and my best friend Leah one.  I still haven't sent hers to her and its been a good ten years.  To be truthful, I am too afraid to post it to her in case it arrives shattered.  I can speak of this from first hand experience, as I once bid on a salt pig on ebay, never again will I buy ceramics online - I dare not open the box when it arrived hearing the rattle and smash.  I left no feedback for the person concerned. More likely it was the postal service that damaged it, but still...I was disappointed.  

Now admittedly, I don't have sea salt in all of these. 

One of course does contain sea salt, the others, hold dried chillies and sometimes even fresh ginger.

Do any of you have salt pots in your kitchen?!  I'd love to know.