Bringing to mind the idiom stewing in one’s own juices, apparently it is the done thing in Japan at the moment to bathe in a scented preparation that wafts of the broth of ramen noodles. Coming in a wide variety of flavours, as My Modern Met informs, easing into such a steaming cauldron makes me think of hapless explorers with pith helmets lured into the clutches of cannibals. Would you be able to properly unwind smelling of dinner, dispensing with the more traditional bath-time fragrances?
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