I have sung the praises of the heavenly scent of brugmansias before, but I have to do it again. It's that good. As I sit here with my laptop on Green Thumb Sunday, I don't even have to look over the back of the sofa to know that the brugmansia is blooming again. I can smell it.
It's one of those night sniffers. You could catch the faint fragrance it releases during the day if you stick your nose into one of its big trumpet-shaped blooms, but wait until dark and it announces its presence with its perfume.
There is a peachy-orange one with a single bloom down in the basement greenhouse, but the variegated one behind me has three. Right now, this is the best seat in the house.