‘A distinct scent memory that lingers both in my visual memory and my scent memory is my fathers rolling tobacco pouch in the late 80s (when it was still cool/acceptable to smoke). He would sit in our paved kitchen in a navy sailor jumper and roll cigarettes from a yellow pouch in which he put cuts of apple to keep the tobacco fresh. The combination of tobacco and the sweet apple was surprisingly pleasant, and maybe kicked off my love of scent as a way to lift the spirits as well as being profoundly reminiscent. A love of fragrance that of course lasts today!’