Shoppers are aromatic creatures it seems. The other day an aesthetically pleasing young man wafted past me, trailing in his wake was the delightfully distinct scent of coconuts, reminding me of exotic holidays to far flung places (and bounty bars). Unfortunately, while I was copping a lungful of this tropical Adonis, what can only be described as a particularly offensive-smelling hobgoblin also shuffled by. The acrid stench of many Benson & Hedges on a man who’s clearly a stranger to soap almost made me gag. That’ll teach me to smell the customers!