I had a pot of hyacinths in the house. I swooned every time I went into the room, so moved it into the porch. Then I swooned every time I came home, so I moved it outside. Walking through one of those department stores where the ladies' perfumery department occupies the whole of the shop just inside the entrance has the same effect on me. I have to hold my breath and proceed with great speed to get through it. I don't want to die.