"If, of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves
alone to thee are left,
Sell one & from the dole,
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul"
- Muslihuddin Sadi,
13th Century Persian Poet
I wonder... would you mind if today we have a conversation about hyacinths?
And more specifically why I just might not swap bread for hyacinths, because what on earth has happened to the fragrant flowers of the past??
All progressed well..
Some I even did that very decadent thing, which I had seen in flower shops in London but never quite been at ease with, of cutting and putting the stems in a vase.
Except I have to be honest, lovely to look at but they all smelt vile from the off, rapidly descending to putrid.
Every one ended up being viewed outside the kitchen window because none of us could bear it, a sort of strong musty and dare I say hint of incontinent aroma. I thought it may have been because the bulbs were forced, so had bought two lovely pots of deep blue ones last week; later ones which seemed to smell fine close up.
Now admittedly this was from B&Q, and they were only £2 each, but give them a day and we couldn't stand it a minute longer. The Tinker bravely sat his out for about four days before giving in and consigning to the garden.
So is it just me or is it the bulbs...
Have you noticed it too...
Am I doing something wrong...
Are there any varieties that can fulfill the promise of that beautiful scent...
And do you chop them off and put them in a vase, or does that feel like a crime to you too...