Candle scent: Leather & Oudh

I never knew my father - he died before I had the chance to know him - but his saddle is in the corner of my workshop and when I oil it and restore it to life, just the smell allows me to imagine him mustering on his horse in the shimmering heat of the outback. 

Candle scent: Tobacco & Hay.

My childhood was imprinted by shearers and ringers with the Australian tradition of having a smoke in the mid morning break, rolling tobacco in their palms, under a Coolabah tree surrounded by the dry, chewed-down, brittle grass.