This week I made a visit to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden’s Bluebell Wood, just in time to catch the bluebells before they start to fade away. This corner of the garden always reminds me of Manderley in Daphne DuMaurier’s Rebecca.
“Too early yet for blue bells, their heads were still hidden beneath last-year’s leaves, but when they came, dwarﬁng the more humble violet, they choked the very bracken in the woods, and with their colour made a challenge to the sky.
From the Brooklyn Botanic Garden website:
“More than 45,000 bluebells (Hyacinthoides hispanica ‘Excelsior’) are planted under a mature stand of oak, birch, and beech trees just south of Cherry Esplanade. In late April, the bluebells burst into flower and create an enchanting woodland display.”
I’ve never found a perfume that successfully captures this scent, although I’m still looking.