MAGIC IN THE AIR

There it was – sudden, fleeting, elusive… a wisp of scent that took me spinning back, at time-travel speed, to my parents’ bedroom when I was just a teenager. There is the soft light thrown by the rosy-pink lamps, the curtains drawn against the dark night, and my mother at her dressing table delicately dabbing Dior Diorissimo on her wrists. The memory is one of warmth, safety, home – and of course, her… all conjured up in a whooshing magical second by the merest whiff