By: Blonde One
Olfactory is the sense of smell and apparently women’s sense of smell is stronger than men’s. I have always thought that mine was not great except in two areas – both of which can be found on Dartmoor not surprisingly!
I think my second favourite smell is the humble daffodil. My Welsh friends will approve heartily of this, I’m sure. When daffodil season begins I spend a great deal of time sniffing random patches of them in hedgerows and as soon as they appear in the supermarket the house is flooded with them. I love to come home from work and smell them as I waft past. If there is a link between smell and wellbeing then the daffodil does it for me. I will, one day, visit the Isles of Scilly during daff growing season: thus combining two of my much loved things in life!
My favourite smell though belongs to an even more humble plant – the gorse. The prickly, spiky bushes try to hide the amazing smell emitting from it. Such a contrast. How can a plant so unfriendly looking have such a welcoming smell? Next time you walk past a gorse bush in flower, have a sniff. You will be reminded of coconut or sun cream: either way it has connotations of summer and holidays. I love this smell so much that I once bought a candle claiming to be a gorse blossom smell. It wasn’t bad but I could tell that it wasn’t the real thing. I have an ongoing quest to have a gorse bush grow in the garden but attempts so far have failed. I have tried taking a cutting and doing the ‘root powder’ thing but to no avail. Garden centres seem not to see the value of this plant and do not sell it. I have even considered digging up a plant in some unseen corner of Dartmoor but before I take the final step of theft I am telling as many people as I can in the hope that someone kind will tell me that they have a ‘spare one’ in their own garden! So, if you are that person, spare a thought for the plight of a Blonde in need, and donate your spare gorse bush without further ado.