Close your eyes and the room turns into a hotel terrace where nobody checks the time. Coconut comes first, creamy and bright, like sun lotion spread across your shoulders by someone who volunteered.

White flowers open in the warmth of the flame, while sandalwood and vanilla leave behind warm, sun kissed skin. Light it in the bath with water as warm as the sea in August, or on a November evening when you need summer more than anything else.