Not to be sniffed at

WILD garlic. . Ramsons. Gypsy’s onions, bear leek, snake’s food and stinking Jenny. Call it what you will, this is the first glorious whiff of spring, a heady, pungent and intoxicating odour that gets the sap rising and the taste buds priapic with lust. Forget honeysuckle, roses and jasmine. Nope, this is a scent to truly stir the senses, primal, ancient and powerful, the essence of damp dells and shady bowers, of ancient woods and hidden streams. It’s