1. New tyres
2. The sandpaper on the side of a matchbox
3. Pipe smoke
5. Old-fashioned linseed oil-based putty
I’ve just been sniffing Dylan’s cheesy feet, something I often do when he is making himself comfortable next to me on the sofa at night, stretching his legs towards my face and napping. I think this delicate, woody, vaguely young-Camembert-like aroma is going to come in with a bullet as new entry.