Vanilla never really leaves our dressing table, but autumn is when it comes into its own. As the evenings draw in, we want warmth we can wear: caramel, woodsmoke, a splash of rum, something soft enoug...
Vanilla has finally escaped the body-spray aisle. For years it was the note we loved slightly sheepishly. Too sweet, too obvious, too fourteen. Now it turns up wrapped in sandalwood and benzoin, cut w...