I first suspected something was awry about six months ago, after passing through airports with the same regularity I did pre-2020. For decades I have had a pre-flight ritual: I go to duty-free and spray myself with several blasts of Giorgio Armani Eau Pour Homme. I never buy it because, like ordering steak tartare in a restaurant, it’s something I reserve for a certain setting.

Last summer, my ritual was thwarted.

— Man confronts the reality of discontinuation. Read more in ‘Help, I’ve been discontinued…’ One man, in search of his smell at Financial Times.