Autumn's generous rewards, seven spikes of  dark, perfumed blooms from one of the Oncidiums and elegantly soft,s sculpted grey stratacumulous ( you have to imagine these off stage). The perfume is a kind of exacting puzzle, notes of musk, a hint of something nearly jasmine-esque, a note of intoxicating mead,  that creates an uncertainty that makes you go back and inhale again,  to bed it down into olfactory memory and to try sniff out further taxonomies of scent.