Imagine this: Valentine's day is tomorrow, and this guy walks in, looking exhausted, and said: “I need something for my wife. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I forgot… again.”
We could have handed him the usual red-rose dozen and sent him on his way. Instead, we asked one question: “What’s one tiny thing she loves that no one else notices?”
He thought for a second. “She’s obsessed with those little white strawberry flowers. Says they smell like summer candy. And she always steals my flannel shirts in winter.”
About twenty minutes later he walked out with:
A loose, garden-style bouquet bursting with strawberry-scented stock and sweet peas (the closest living thing to those tiny white flowers in February). Soft blush roses the exact color of her favorite worn-out flannel. The whole thing wrapped in one of his actual flannel shirts instead of paper.
He texted us a photo the next day: his wife crying happy tears into the sleeve, smelling the bouquet like it was sunshine in a vase.
That’s the difference.
People don’t remember “flowers.”
They remember the moment they felt truly seen.
We’ve done it a thousand ways:
- The nurse who hates cut flowers because they die too fast → we made her a living terrarium garden she’s still tending six months later.
- The couple who got engaged under cherry blossoms in Japan → we recreated the exact pink fluff in the middle of November with imported branches.
- The dad who wanted to apologize to his teenage daughter → we spelled “I’m sorry in tiny succulent letters inside a heart-shaped planter.
You don’t need a holiday. You don’t need a budget the size of a car payment. You just need five minutes to tell us the real story.
Bring us the weird detail, the inside joke, the memory, the thing they think nobody notices. We’ll turn it into flowers they’ll never throw away, because the best bouquets aren’t about the petals. They’re about the moment someone thinks: “Wait… you remembered that?” We’re here for it. Every day. No judgment, no upselling, just magic.
Come tell us your story! (Or text it. Or send a chaotic voice note. We love those the most.)
