I LOVE Marmite crisps - they were my late Dad's 'thing'.
The only thing I have of his is a big old chair my Step-Monster wanted to dump but I refused to let her, totally unfitting in my home - literally does not fit, miles too big for my teeny house, I have it in my bedroom. I sat in it for the first time a few weeks ago, it smelt of Dad, made me cry - I popped my hand down the side and felt something - removed the cushion - rammed down the gap were tonnes of Marmite crisp packets folded into weeny small wee squares