These lilacs are not as strongly odored as I recall, but maybe that's the cold today doing it's evil work. Or maybe the bees sniffed it all up while the warm was here. Or maybe my old nose is about worn out.
I used to give lilacs to my first grade teacher, Mrs. Johnson. Yes, Mrs. I'll let you explain about the Ms. Of course, she's dead now, and she won't spank you like she would me, even if you do deserve it more.