Lavender may be my favorite though. I lust after those lavender borders in English gardens -- and have tried over and over to grow one here. Too cold in winter, perhaps. I've had plants survive outdoors for several years only to be felled by a treacherous dip in the temperatures. Now I have two pots of lavender that winter in the greenhouse -- better than nothing and I've hung this little bunch at the bedside where I can smell it as I go to sleep.
Gardenia is another intoxicating scent. This potted gardenia sits by our front door and is blooming like mad. (It, too spends the winter in the green house.) Its fragrance wafts into the house every time the door is opened.
When John and I were dating in high school, I acquired some Jungle Gardenia perfume (said, at the time, to be Elizabeth Taylor's favorite.) Well, I was no Elizabeth Taylor but I applied the perfume liberally, hoping, I guess, to amp up my allure quotient.
A few minutes in the car as we drove to the movie theater were all it took. John lowered all the windows and kept his nose close to the fresh air so he could breathe. So much for allure.
It's thriving though, evidently receiving just the right amount of sun and water. So now I need to plant some Single Stargazers in the same bed and wait till next year to be bowled over by the fragrance.