"Sillage" in French, the word means the cleft water and foaming ripples that mark the wake of a ship. There's a clue in that, for by the English it is used almost exclusively to mean the waft of perfume left by the presence or passage of a wearer. 

 

Here is our riposte to all those endless 'must do's' - 100 things to see/read/eat before you die - always so popular in the Bank Holiday Newspapers.

There can be no doubt of it: green scents are back – and leading the pack. Indeed, contrary to rumour, they never went away but merely sank back like fainting dryads into the groves and thickets, while more ostentatious fragrances filled the air.