Some of our favourite perfumes smell like going deep into the primordial forest. They smell like Big Bad Wolves. Lots of them blend the unlit cool of the coniferous, with a beam of amber-y warmth from where the sun just gets in.
If you go down to the woods today, you might meet a lonely figure in a seriously beautiful red velvet cloak. Through the mist and spooky trees, an ode to Odette Toilette’s Lizzie Ostram has been carved into a tree trunk.