There is something quite magical about the Duty Free section. The bright lights, the exotic smells, the giant Toblerones.
Very rarely will I actually buy something but you bet I'll be getting every free sample possible to man. If you don't board the plane smelling like an orange grove crossed with smoked cedar wood, have you even been to the airport?
There is no other place on earth where I will have the confidence to try on a pair of Gucci sunglasses followed by pretending I can afford a Rolex . In the airport I am Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman post make-over.