Bernard O'Shea: Potpourri, foot spas... whatever happened to all the things we 'had to have'?

We were once told we couldn’t live without the George Foreman grill, then the air fryer came along

'The foot spa was that gift that you opened and thought secretly, "I’m never going to use this".'

Last week on Instagram, I posted a tongue-in-cheek reel announcing the death of potpourri. I hadn’t seen a dusty bowl of it in a house for at least 20 years.

If I had a childhood fragrance, it would be stale potpourri in a chipped bowl (I’m thinking Tom Ford should definitely do it). So what happened to our dried-up purple friends? Who killed potpourri? Surely there is a true crime podcast there?