Great clouds of perfume waft from this shrub when it is in flower. The creamy-white flowers are tiny, nothing to write home about, but they pack a powerful, head-turning scent. When it is flowering I see visitors who have never come across it before looking around to find the source of the fragrance, clearly imagining that it must be from some extravagant rose or lily. The foliage is silvery-grey and looks wonderful shimmering in the soft light of a late summer’s evening. Mine has a tendency for branches to die back for no apparent reason. I cut them out; it always seems to re-grow healthily. The cultivar was a chance seedling that was named by the great plantsman, Roy Lancaster.