Which type of bath night actually resets you? Rank them by pure indulgence.

A fizzing, technicolour affair that turns your bathroom into a scene from Willy Wonka. Worth it for the Instagram, if you can face scrubbing the tub after.

No frills, just proper British bubbles and the smell that instantly says 'right, I'm off duty now'. The reliable pint of the bath world.

Bath temperature borderline dangerous, wine balanced precariously on the edge, and someone whispering about an unsolved case in your ear. Bliss.

No bubbles, no faff, just magnesium and quiet contemplation of your life choices. Sensible, virtuous, and secretly quite smug.

You've dimmed the lights, lit every candle in the house, and are pretending you're at Champneys rather than in a semi in Solihull. Honestly, it works.