Eau de nil.

Getting on here was like stepping right back in time because Kenya Air are still running that duty free system where you're given a glossy but slightly greasy, dog eared catalogue already pawed through by plane loads of sweaty tourists - all hell bent on buying a teddy dressed as a pilot, a vat of Poison perfume or in the case of this particular version a replica Harry Potter wand African style. I fondly remember a trip I made with a dear old friend and writer colleague when I was still living and working in the UK. We were both working for an airline and to really 'get' the experience we both had to take a flight to Majorca, and then turn right around and come straight back again - without even the time for a swift shandy or the taste of a mushy pea paella. The only upside for both of us, was a go, while we were on the plane of the duty free catalogue. We halted the hostess as she was wheeling the trolley of fags, whiskey and teddies down the aisle and I excitedly purchased a big bottle of Chanel no 9 - this was a big deal for me in that era as I was paid a pittance and expected to work like a dog. As it turned out though I had a little bun in the oven and the smell of that Chanel no 9 was within a day or two strongly offensive to me and funnily enough, neither Abbey or I are very keen on perfume to this very day. But on the other hand maybe that comes from living with Nigel who has the keenest nose this side of Paris - perfume literally being poison to his rarified Kiwi snout. One time he even asked our receptionist in Sydney to desist from wearing any, as her desk was right next to his office and the smell of her Obsession was interfering with his ability to write a good brand pyramid.