Last spring I bought some greenery for the veranda of our new apartment. This rather dull-looking, waist-high shrub is an orange jasmine. The people at the shop told me it would bloom wonderfully scented flowers.
But last year, there were no blooms, just a collection of green leaves. We were disappointed.
Two days ago, the plant fulfilled its promise and produced a single blossom. It’s not much to look at; about 2 cm long and hardly distinguishable from a leaf unless you look closely.
But it’s so highly perfumed that this one tiny flower can be smelled from the far end of the veranda and even in the office when I leave the door open.
I truly hope that it makes flowers one at a time. The jasmine scent sort of clashes with the toilet paper…