Love is a rose
but you better not pick it
It only grows when it’s on the vine.
Ok, so Neil doesn’t know roses don’t grow on vines. He’s Neil, and that’s enough.
A “holiday” that doesn’t include a day off from work is bogus in my opinion, but I do soften a bit toward Valentine’s Day. It is the day when flowers are given, received, and celebrated—and not just between the romantically-involved.
At a “Red” party I attended Saturday, all the food was either red or white. In recognition of the occasion, I presented our hostess with the flower you see here: a “six-foot” rose, recently featured on the cover of Fortune magazine. (Mine was more like four feet; it must have lost some stature along the way.) The appearance of this monstrosity—kind of like the stretch limo of flowers—in my favorite local flower shop couldn’t have been more well-timed. I have just finished reading fellow ranter Amy Stewart’s Flower Confidential in which she writes in detail about the very Ecuadorian growers—Nevado Ecuador—who created this wonder.
Also referred to in the trade as “extreme roses,” these were first grown for the Russian market, and are considered the longest-stemmed roses in the world, though of course there are much taller rose plants—climbers can go up to sixty feet. Apparently no special hormones or genetic tinkering are required to produce these, and, as Amy reports, fewer pesticides or fungicides as well.
I must say I caused an instant sensation as I walked into the party with my shaker of Negronis (the perfect red cocktail), and my extreme rose. I had found a tall vase to match it; in fact, the rose and the vase were about the same price. No one there knew so many roses were grown in Ecuador; clearly, they all need to read Amy’s book.
Perhaps Valentine’s Day would be the only day when you’d really need a six-foot rose. It would ensure that your romantic offering would stand out in the crowd of carnations, lilies, and lesser roses that everyone else was giving and receiving. Another use for this would be galas, banquets, and the like, where tall floral arrangements are just as popular as tall food.
But I think I’ve probably purchased my last six-foot rose. Happy Valentine’s Day!
I have written about Amy’s book here.