For me, the Smelly Month of May started with daffodils. And rain, and dirt, and crabapple blossoms.
Then came a road trip. The smell of the air on the Taconic parkway, detergent and stale water in a car wash.
Alliums, with the one revealing itself to be a maturing morpher. Starts out vaguely ozonic, hint of vegetation decay with a whiff of onion. Turns into intoxicating sweetness.
And then, there are the deep purple ones, which have a hint of grape. Fake grape. But not at all fake. Very huffable.
Homecoming. More dirt. Hyacinths. Tulips. Winter onions pulled and spring onions planted.
Oh, yes, you potent permeating thing. Viburnum carlesii, you reek. In a knock you over with white flowers of the northern latitudes way.
Tartarian honeysuckle, which like certain perfumes (remember my time with Apercu?), registers best from a distance. A new potted rose for planting, with full blooms while those in the ground are still working on shoots.
Lilacs, and more rain.
Just rain, rain + pavement + traffic, rain + fake car air. Rain in freshly cut grass. Rain, just rain.
Rhubarb. Sweet alyssum for tucking her and there. Sweet woodruff, late for May Wine on May Day but welcome always.
Scented geranium starts.
Always something new.
And, of course, the irises. Irises come, like pallida and some of the german bearded. Smells of sharp lemon and soft sweet lemon chiffon and an impossibly lilting sweet grape.
I have not been with words much in May. I have been some with perfumes.
But I have been much, much with smells.
I hope you had a good month. See you in June.
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