What is it about scent? You can’t see it, yet it is soooo evocative. It so easily calls up our animal nature, our ancient psyche, our beastly subconscious. It is delightful, magical and wondrous.

My first perfume was Revlon Charlie, one of the quintessential elements of life as a 90’s tween, flogged by a body-conned Cindy Crawford, it was peak sophistication aged 11.

From there I graduated to Chloe Narcisse. My friends and I each had a signature perfume we would wear. We were viciously territorial and it was social death to wear another gal’s scent.

Then along came CK One. It was gritty and real and inclusive and it represented us so perfectly that we wore nothing else. We drenched ourselves in the stuff; all genders, all cliques, all sides of the track. It was a fragrance revolution. Our entire high school reeked of the stuff.