Some like the way these smell; some don't

A quick step out for the newspapers is an olfactory odyssey these days, what with paperwhite narcissus, Avalanche, and four colors of Dutch hyacinths all in bloom at once. K. is particularly fond of the scent of hyacinth; I am especially not. Nor do I much care for the shape from a distance (too much like cotton candy on a paper cone), nor for the way in which the stem keeps growing until everything flops over. Up close, though, the little stripes on the petals of each floret are very pretty. We've been having very good luck in recent years with these: not only do they return; they multiply. Before people built in the side yards of the house across the way, there were always many, many hyacinths, year after year. We're enjoying a pretty bunching of two different examples each of two different pink varieties right now. The blue ones came first and are now flopped over. We usually see at least a couple of other colors: a different color blue, a purple one, and a pale yellow one (City of Haarlem). The recent weather of wind, rain, and hail has been tough. Nevertheless sturdy Ice Follies always stands right back up, no matter what; and we continue to see flowers that we haven't seen in years. The newest reappearance is of a small-to-medium daffodil with slightly butter-colored perianth, a fairly egg-yolk-colored trumpet that's somewhat narrow and fairly long, though not one of those really long and ridged ones, with a pronounced frill around the bell that's a much deeper tone of color, almost orange. B.'s leucojum beds are in full bloom; his always bloom earlier than either of our two sets do. We'll have lots more single jonquils than in years, and we may see some over the weekend.