Sometimes the chemistry between two humans is striking… animal-like, palpable. It speaks without words, and the attraction is blithely untethered. Unspoken.

When Meg Ryan gave her comedic parody moment “I’ll have what she’s having” in Katz's Diner on the Lower East Side in Manhattan, it was playfully and cinematically “begging” for recreation with a touch of Jonathan Ward creativity.

I let my mind wander to the animal world. Imagine the joy when a swallow leaves grey urban landscapes and arrives in the citrus groves of Southern Italy. The moves it makes as it dances between vivid fruits and leaves, vivaciously playful and charming. Who would not want what it was most certainly having? That would be a mating call you could not fake.

Pressed white grapefruit is intense, paired with petigrain and soft animalic musks, and a touch of lime makes this the perfect follow-on from “Frankly Clement”.

When a product does astoundingly well, it needs a beautifully bad sister to walk (or rather skip with) through orchards or asphalt. This was a moment that had to come alive.