AMBER GRAAFLAND

They say home is where the heart is but, for me, it was all about the smell.

I didn’t really notice my house had a smell until I went to uni and started to come home to visit.

My mother was on the extreme end of the OCD spectrum and our house in Holland always looked like a show home. The smell was a mixture of fresh laundry, wood polish and, depending on how near I was to my mother, Nina Ricci L’air du Temps.

If I could bottle it I would. That smell was everything.