Ode to Tom Fords Purple Orchid: I was fifteen and carried a battered copy of Vogue around in my school bag. My heart belonged to the Tom Ford advertisement; all brooding men jewelled colours and perfume samples, Oh, the perfume samples. I promised myself that when I was a ‘proper’ grown, doing a ‘proper’ job, I would own a bottle. And I am, and I do. Scent of a fifteen year old’s dreams; liquorice pinwheels and vanilla musk.