I will, however, use them in small pots...
or large pots...or window boxes...or...well, you get the drift. Someplace close, where one can appreciate their divine, heaven sent-heavenly scent. Because NOTHING to me in the garden smells better than a hyacinth. Not a rose, not a peony, not an herb.
(You may quibble with me on this and I can respect that. We can, as it were, agree to disagree.)
At this very moment, mine are blooming their over sized heads off in my front
window box. Along with some alyssum, white petunias, lavender pansies, ivy, kale, and lovely dark green spinach.
and provide a few, two or three, to put in a crystal vase on my bedside table. Not to sound corny...okay, maybe so; but truly, there is nothing quite like waking briefly in the middle of the night ...
and catching a hint...a whisper really...of their heady scent.