This is perfect for today. After a morning of gorgeous dappling sunlight and a long bath listening to Joni Mitchell, I am now on the train to work smelling delicately of white and yellow lilies; ylang ylang, and vanilla. More natural than Vanille Galante, less musky and enveloping than Songes, this perfume is delightful; soothingly tropical and sensuous as the urban countryside goes by and I delve into Ian Buruma’s fascinating memoir, A Tokyo Romance: the life of a Dutch writer and photographer in the artistic underworld of seventies Japan. A different era: but so many echoes and essentialities of our own experiences here in this weird and wonderful land; he encapsulates much of what I feel but am sometimes unable to pin down. Fixated on beauty and aware of his own ‘othering’ of the exotic, Lys Soleia is a beguiling, heat-suffused softness in the backdrop of my solitude, and does nothing to detract from the intricate eroticism of his story.