What's that stink?

This lovely rose fell off as I was dead-heading. As it wasn't past it I put it in a makeshift vase - an eggcup.

We've been bathed in the most wonderful perfume from this rose for three days now.

It reminds me of the occasion when I took my (then) 14 year old nephew for a spin into the hills on my scooter. "What's that stink?" he asked as we sped through the most deliciously heady scents of wild broom. "That's genet, wild broom - the yellow stuff lining the roads" "Oh" he grunted.

Luckily we managed to educate him in the delights of gardening and now he's a 20 year old fully qualified landscape gardener who loves the 'stink' of flowers.