One Christmas Aarati's sister bought her Dad a scent that promised to make him 'smell like a new car salesroom', to evoke subliminal reactions of wealth and expectation. She says that the first time he wore it her Mum accused him of smelling like 'latex and debt' and made him sleep on the verandah. Two years later he was still out there, with a nightly view of his 1974 Ford Falcon where the chickens roosted.