The pot where the wild garlic was being stored, after its removal from the original bed (in order to get rid of ground elder and in readiness for the day lilies), didn’t have big enough drainage holes in it. Thus, with our damp autumn into winter, the pot was constantly waterlogged.
Every time I poured the water out there was a decidedly pungent garlic smell but nothing like the one today, when I finally planted the wild garlic in the new bed by the back door. I’d been holding off planting the garlic, as I didn’t want it to be disturbed by the rats. But since they have stopped being active (in that bed), it seemed appropriate that the garlic moved in instead.
Now, I hope I’ve been in time to salvage it before it rots. It might like it damp but I’m not sure it will have liked being constantly submerged!