Trepidation and salvation on Christmas morning

I’ve mentioned before that I like to ‘save’ as much of Christmas as possible until Christmas Day. So, we open our Christmas cards over  breakfast, except for those to each other which we open on awakening, together with whatever Father Christmas has left in our stockings.

I opened my card to find this:

Scary! As one of the presents to my wife, to be opened over breakfast, was these:

I got it right, as I always have (though she changes from year to year), but I can never remember the damned perfume!