The smell of my dad’s aftershave, Aqua di Silva, always reminds me of journeys down to my grandparents. He use to wake us up in the car just as we were nearly there and turning down the hill and then tell us to brush our hair. Meanwhile my mum would reach into his glove compartment and pull out his aftershave which he would spray far too much of (always making me and my sis feel a little sick!)