I grew up with the smell of freshly ironed linen tightly interwoven with memories of celebrations, joy and fun. No matter how busy she would have been preparing for Christmas, my mum always ensured there was fresh linen smelling divinely on the beds on Christmas Eve. To us, as children, fresh, crisp bedding linen would have marked the beginning of the best season of the year, which entailed loads of home cooking, present opening and snow fighting. When I moved to the UK and especially after having Emma, I tried to instill the same sensory association in our little family. I change our bedding often and love to have it all tidily ironed and crisp when it goes on the beds. To me, for a fraction of a second, it is like being back in time and the delight of fresh linen never goes away. Elinens are a company after my own heart in this regard, as they do understand the powerful associations fresh linen can create and the sense of well being it can …