Living in Singapore, I have access to a fantastic public library system, so I mostly read books that have passed several hands over the years. But this week, I got a book that was published only couple of months ago. When I held it in my hand, I felt transported back in time to my childhood when my father would take us to Higginbotham’s to buy books of our own. If I designed paradise, that is how it would look, filled floor-to-ceiling with books.

What sensory stimulus triggered this trip down memory lane? Scent.

I love the smell of a new book. When you breathe it in, it evokes this indescribable feeling like rainy evenings, hot drinks and warm snuggles all rolled into one. What could be better?