Which British wild scent triggers the strongest memory or feeling for you?

That earthy, slightly bitter punch that hits you halfway up a Lake District fell. Wellies optional, regret guaranteed.

Equal parts nostalgic and pungent — the smell of childhood holidays in Cornwall, Whitby or Blackpool. Chips not included.

That bizarre tropical waft drifting off a windswept moor. Nature's way of trolling you when you're freezing in a cagoule.

A soft, honeyed haze under the beech canopy. If this doesn't move you, check your pulse.

Earthy, smoky and faintly whisky-adjacent. Smells like a holiday cottage with no Wi-Fi and excellent intentions.