Three years ago Sam Bompas and Harry Parr persuaded me to paddle around on a giant orange slice in the basement of a house in London’s Portland Place that had been flooded with more than 4,000 litres of a new cocktail based on Courvoisier brandy. Such larks!

Now the Old Etonian artists and ‘architectural foodsmiths’ are offering another unusual experience in The Waft that Woos at the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford. This is a pink-framed maze, in a room next to the top-floor bar, through which you follow your nose — extremely gingerly in my case — to the source of an aphrodisiac scent that lies at its core.

Multiple versions of yourself confront you during the journey. For me last week these were repeatedly conflated with visions of the Guardian’s Michael Billington who was with me in the maze. Both of us wondered if we would emerge in time to complete the serious business of the night, our critical appraisal of The Merry Wives of Windsor.

The Waft that Woos has been created by Bompas & Parr to complement the production. Sam Bompas explained: “A maze is designed to enchant, beguile and confuse — much like Merry Wives — so it acts as a physical metaphor for the play.”

It’s free fun. Do try it.