Largely I drift about unaware, but smells I notice. Candles, coffee, apples, petrol, basil, wood smoke, lemons, leather, marker pens, gum, basil, clementines, detergent and so on, ad infinitum. I am content to leave the house barefaced, but if I go out unscented, I feel as though I’ve forgotten something. I feel as though I have forgotten myself.