I’ve written this article sitting in my garden, and I swear—the wind just changed direction. I think my neighbour’s callery pear is blooming. I can smell it now. I’m going to go inside.
But seriously, the next time you’re out for a walk and get hit by that suspiciously familiar scent, don’t blame the dog. Don’t blame yourself. Blame the UK’s obsession with the Tree That Smells Like Sperm. It’s not you. It’s the tree. And it’s probably having a laugh at your expense.
Stay fragrant, my friends.
