I can’t put the smell into exact words, but it’s kind of musky and old. The smell you get in antique furniture when you open it, or an old cupboard under the stairs. It always reminds me of my Grandparents’ house in Lincoln. When we’d go up to visit them, they had these cupboards. One was filled with teddies and cuddly toys, and the other had loads of games in it. I particularly remember things like dominoes. I think my dad liked to play with them when he was young and so they’d kept them for their grandchildren. Whenever I smell that scent, to this day it takes me back to being a child with them.