Pits of glory

This premium pit-wipe claims to smell like oak moss and Siamese ginger, which I imagine smell better than, say, cat urine, but who can really be sure (Siam doesn't exist, for one thing). It's a bit gastropub, and perhaps that's a good thing. As I naturally stink of line-gathered scallop roe in a loganberry jus served with locally-sourced baby new ramps and pan-fried Peruvian zucchini flowers, my ideal deodorant should be scented with oven-baked free-range prosciutto ham and spring-water rinsed gambas prawns mingled over hand-sliced ciabbata toastettes and drizzled with an artisinal pomegranate cordial reduction. So it's all cool with me.