“For me it was about 1) white musk – THE SMELL OF THE 80s, and 2) making up your own baskets as birthday presents. It’s all we did. Choose a size of basket, fill it with shredded coloured paper, pick a few items get it wrapped with cellophane and TADA.”

“I still live and breathe by the Body Shop. Nowadays I’m on their Vitamin C range (with the occasional Drops of Youth moment), but back in the day it was the squidgy bath pearls, which I could never just leave to dissolve: I had to squeeze and worry them (like stress balls) the whole time I was sat soaking. Expandable flannels were also a huge part of my life – between them and the Disney Store, I had a ridiculously oversized collection, but the magic of watching them ‘come to life’ never faded (even if the print did!). And the fruity lip balm pots were the last word in sophistication for young me (nothing like a mango pout to tackle the school disco, eh?).

I’m also a huge fan of the ever so comforting vanilla body spray. It reminds me of my nan.”

“The Body Shop’s Mango Body Butter is pure nostalgia in a tub. After saving up my pocket money, it was my first ever skincare purchase and I couldn’t get enough of it. I used to slather it on any chance I got - in the morning, after school, after showering, after dinner, before bed – and deeply inhale the sweet mango scent it left on my skin. Looking back, that ritual was like my own form of self-care. I still get it sometimes because it brings back such lovely memories. Plus, it leaves my skin so soft.”

“My cool auntie had a pot of The Body Shop’s Born Lippy Strawberry Lip Balm in her make-up bag, so of course, I had to have one. It was the closest thing I had to cosmetics aged seven, and I loved it more than most of my cuddly toys. I even cried when it went through the washing machine in my jeans pocket. Whenever I walk into the shop now, I always take a nostalgic whiff that sends me right back.”

“Any mention of The Body Shop instantly transports me back to rainy Saturday afternoons spent in town, testing out blue eye shadow and investing my pocket money in Vanilla Body Mist. That spray will always be the sweet (very sweet) smell that reminds me of my young teenage dreams. One spritz takes me back to unforgettable soggy bus journeys on the 31 bus into Leicester, wide-legged Bench trousers that soaked up the rain as I walked, eating Millie’s Cookies (always the one on a stick with Smarties plastered to it) and the joint effort of typing out texts on a Nokia 3210 to boys me and my friends liked.

Those days will always smell like vanilla to me, thank you, The Body Shop.”