We were in a cave under the forests of Taramundi and this blue cheese popped out, with the face of a misunderstood artist.

We go, “Yo, mate, what’s with those blue spots? Did you get into a fight with a pen?” And it hits us with, “Nah, my guy, I’m an edible abstract masterpiece.” We ask, “And it doesn’t weird you out, smelling that strong?” And it goes, “Honestly, if you don’t smell a little… nobody remembers you.”

Magikita moral: you don’t have to be perfectly perfumed. Sometimes a tiny, well-placed hit of intensity is exactly what gives you personality.