I've been thinking about these paperwhites...and how they smell. It is a lovely scent, to me, an old one, from long ago, and it makes me feel that somehow things are going well. I spent all day with them, working on a garden design at home. I cut some of the stems a few days ago and put them in the bathroom, because they had become strong, but it was still a good smell.
I know that many people hate paperwhites. So it must be chemical. I hate the scent of Stargazers, which make me feel ill. And Lancome's Tresor, possibly the most poisonous perfume ever concocted. Makes me sick at 100 paces.
How can a narcissus be toxic to some and delicious to me? Our amygdala is ancient and records scents and their associations early. Can it be that happy memories can turn a bad smell good?