Hyacinths make me think of a trip to Amsterdam when I was newly married, but it also brought back memeories of landing at Manchester and himself nipping off to the loo because the loo on the plane had been occupied for most of the flight.
When he came out of the toilets he was hauled away by burly customs officers for a body cavity search......so the smell of hyacinths brings back that memory too...though it wasn't anywhere near as traumatic for me as it was for him
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