Vanilla and chestnuts, with a warming undercurrent like coffee. It should be sickly, but it isn’t.
Loads of warmth, like sitting in a coffee shop on a winter’s day, watching people bundled up in warm clothes going past the windows.
Like something knitted from angora yarn, light, warming, comforting.
Reminds me of a really criminally expensive box of marron glace my husband bought me from Selfridges one Christmas.