B E B E R E

And, yes, on seeing the pine trees emitting their pollen, I got to thinking of the opening verse from Baudelaire's "Harmonie du Soir":

"Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!"

Now is the time when, while swaying on their stems,
The flowers are breathing scent into the air, heady as incense;
The sounds and the perfumes mingle in the night air;
O melancholy waltz and langorous vertigo!