I think it was back when I saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit for the first time and saw Jessica Rabbit’s bangn’ cartoon body that I was instantly more appreciative of the female anatomy. We’re all goddesses.
Fuck. I’ve literally just flicked 1135 pages of freshly pressed paper and ink against my nose for a flat out minute. The scent brings back all sorts of memories of weekends spent perusing train station Waterstones and finishing titles over journey legs with a return ticket as a bookmark. I’ve also now just discovered you can purchase this smell in a can, oh dear.