The nose was a precious moment in time – we reclined in a wooded glade with honeyed tea, scones, clotted cream and blackcurrant jam, composing love letters on coconut and lemon-scented paper, while lime tree blossoms fell. On tasting it, time sped forward to a sumptuous lunch of Mediterranean couscous followed by syrupy pears, dark chocolate, frangipani and orange-zested madeleines – the landscape now whispered honeysuckle and gorse.