I was browsing a discount perfume site for sale bargains and saw that one of the perfumes in the sale was Rive Gauche, which I used to wear in the 1970s, and had indeed been wearing at the party where I first met my husband. I hadn’t seen one of the scent’s unmistakable black, blue and silver metal aerosol containers for decades, so decided to buy some. Knowing how quickly any scent, whether of toast, fried onions, daffodils, the seashore or, indeed, fusty wardrobes, will transport us back to places and times long left behind, we were both very disappointed to find that my new Rive Gauche scent was completely unrecognisable to either of us. It reminded me of the scented drawer liners I was familiar with from staying with my elderly maiden aunts in the fifties, or of their Cusson’s hand soap. Yes, it brought back my lost youth, but not as I’d expected! In short, it smelt of ‘old ladies’. I did a bit of online research and discovered that the Rive Gauche perfume had been ‘updated’ several times in the last 50 years (as often happens, as perfume fashions change), so it would never have reminded me of the heady days of youth. But it did remind me that even then, old people had a distinctive smell, however fastidious they might be about personal cleanliness. I don’t think we should worry about how young people perceive our smell - we can do nothing about it!