Orange blossom

In the olden days when I was young the summers were day after day of sunshine and warmth. At the end of the lawn in an archway leading to the rest of the garden was an archway formed by Philadelphus - Mock Orange. A scrubbed pine table was carried to rest under it along with chairs and cutlery. I remember sitting at the table eating breakfast on a warm summer morning before school breathing in the smell. I go straight back there every time I smell it.