The shift starts in the very early morning when fresh cuts are unloaded into the refrigerators.
Hyacinths of all colors smell something waxy and bitter, freesias of dew and soap bubbles, eucalyptus of a green pharmacy, polyanthus of poison, frozen tulips, and mimosa tightly pressed in boxes smell almost nothing because they have not yet recovered from the road.
A successful trading day ends with the destruction of the flower rows, the bitterness of torn greenery, and muddy water in galvanized buckets.
Beautiful, dark, and too true to be just a perfume