I'd have sworn that it was much more recently than five years ago that Narcissus poeticus or Pheasant's Eye Narcissus appeared on these pages, but apparently it is that long ago, and how time flies. I bought three bunches of these flowers for £2 each in the supermarket yesterday, which makes me wonder how much the grower makes - I'd be happy to pay more for their charm and that lovely scent.
I didn't know until I looked it up just now that the essential oil from this narcissus is used in many perfumes including my own favourite Samsara (do you remember this rather fun post/comments?), and that led me to look for another 'review' of the fragrance to see how it would compare to the one I quoted in the perfumes post, the auditorium-filling "full, vast white floral chord". This very nice piece likens the scent to the "wet wood, old books and dried roses" of Mughal palaces, so perhaps that's why I like it.
Incidentally, if as I do you love the idea that a fragrance can capture a place or an experience, go and read the descriptions of Christopher Brosius's perfumes at CB I Hate Perfume - e.g. To See a Flower, In the Library, Black March (inspired by a poem by Stevie Smith), Winter 1972,