Bluebells are lovely but are not as strong as daffs. I have seen fields of bluebells, glowing with purplish euphoria. Scattered inbetween tall trees and across the hills and far away. Scentless but it is more to do with visual sense to get a lovely feeling. I think it is called "adoration". Spring is yet to come and when spring arrives, these innocent cherubs will wilt away and turn to ash. The wind will blow against them and they will fly apart like leaves:bigcry:
