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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I love flowers. I love to look at them, I love their scents, I am the kind of person who actually stops to smell the roses.
So I planted a pot of Paperwhites in my kitchen a couple of weeks ago. They look so pretty, and delicate, and christmassy what with their green-and-whiteness, and the box of bulbs said they were very "fragrant".
My little pot of Paperwhites, lovingly tended for a few weeks, has finally bloomed.
They're pretty, but they smell godawful. Apparently Narcissus tazetta smell rather musky, which one might never guess from the appearance of their delicate little white blooms. Think overly perfumed french prostitute, only not so feminine.
posted by hilary at 10:41 AM |
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