I always associate the scent of hyacinths with being young. Teachers tended to have them in classrooms when we were in primary school. I've grown them in pots in the winter throughout my adult life, so why they should evoke my childhood so strongly, I don't know. Anyway, I love the perfume.
This grandbaby, whom I scarcely dare believe in, makes me think of flowers and fresh hope and nice scents (yes, I do remember nappies, but think of that clean baby smell - yum).
Thank you for all your good wishes - bloggy friends are so lovely - and Happy New Year to all.