Smelled of clove. Can you imagine? Maybe the local nursery will be selling Pinks and one can purloin that deep scent of clove by dropping one's face into the plant for a moment of joy. Or spray on Etro's Dianthus, or Caron's Ballodgia.
So what happened to those almost mythical days of scent? I'm afraid it was the penchant for the lasting power of the poor carnation who still gives her all in FTD coffee cups and stands in the hot sun at the cemetery, forgotten and holding out long after the Oasis dries out in the funeral basket.
Yes, the carnation is making a comeback in high-end, beautifully arranged vases by floral designers who know how to use them. She is a beauty, even without scent.
But, customers who ask 'please no carnations' are justified in their dislike of them by their experience of how they've been used in the past.