In Soho this afternoon and I drop into Miller Harris for a free spritz.

Sigh ... should it be Terre d'Iris? Patchouli, tree moss, French fir balsam and Florentine orris.

Or Geranium Bourbon, cassis, lemon geranium and Turkish rose, the scent of an English garden after rain?

Earthy Fleurs de Sel, the scent of salt marshes? Or Fleurs de Bois which smells like Regent's Park?

There is also Eau de Vert which is slicked-back hair in the South of France. Honestly. Think Cary Grant in To Catch a Thief.

I squirt myself liberally with Geranium Bourbon which the assistant seems to think is very 'moi.' And I'm sitting here now with all the tester wands ...

I still like Geranium Bourbon. But Fleurs de Sel is like sitting by the embers of a peat fire on a clifftop, breathing in the Atlantic. It is the cleanest scent you can imagine.

On a prosaic note, trust me to pick out the one that's most expensive.

There were two golden elephants in Golden Square which made my day. I'll really miss them when they're gone.