It did rather smell of lemon when it came out the oven. And it did rather taste of lemon when eaten; and by "rather" I mean shudderingly, achingly so. This was probably because: A] Half of the sugar had been removed and replaced with apricot jam which failed to combat the sourness of the lemon. B] The crumble sat in the fridge for a few hours before cooking, because I'm not well enough to make it and eat it all within the same space of time. C] So as not to waste the lemon, as much zest as possible was scraped from all over the grater and cast boldly (naively) into the apples. D] I'm not a worthy enough mortal to contend with the upper wizardry of The Queen of Puddings.
May her reign be long but, if I may add, subsequently lemon-less.