The sweet warmth of musk, vanilla and driftwood. A floral centre then think jasmine, ylang ylang, seductive gardenia and innocent rose.
Think vape mist billowing from a Renault Kangoo.
Think scruffy doyle, outside Brighthouse, contemplating a weekly payment scheme for a corner sofa.
Think 40-year old singleton, drinking prosecco with friends, catching a glimpse of her own reflection in the mirror and exhaling. The sound of an ageing food critic’s jazz quartet wilts in the background.
Think a Welshman pronouncing Peugeot Pew-geot.
Think large feet restricted by overly taut bed linen.