When my sister died the end of one cold January, some one sent a lovely, large pot of forced bulbs of hyacinth and narcissus. Their heavy scent permeated the entire house. Since that time, 16 years now, I can not abide the smell of either flower, or those of other fragrant blooms that closely resemble their scents, nor do I like to have any fragrant bloom indoors that is really powerful, even if quite different in aroma.