I suspected we were not alone in finding our holiday cottage sweet-sickly reeking with diffusers, as described last week.
A reader recalls staying in an over-perfumed Cornish cottage with “mains-powered scent things” in every room. You head to the coast for fresh, bracing sea air; you end up enveloped in the cloying pong of fake vanilla, not so much Fowey as Phewey.
