The Flower Warehouse

"With head bowed toward the shadowed wall, it calls out a thousand times, yet finds no echo in return." The seed of this sensitive plant is just like a child—from its very conception to its birth, and through the nurturing that brings it to maturity. When you touch it, it behaves exactly like a shy, gentle maiden—its eyes curving into tender crescents, its cheeks flushing crimson beneath your gaze, as it bashfully lowers its head.