I’ve gained a new appreciation for flowers recently.
My friends Chris and Jacques (who kindly hosted my wedding at their house) asked me about my vision for the day. After describing the grilled chicken and vegetables, the taste of the wine, the sound of musical instruments, the parade we would lead to the wedding site, our first dance (complete with a short but sweet break dancing routine) and the chuppah we would be married under, they asked curiously, “And what am I smelling?” and waved their hands towards their nose.
It was a sense I hadn’t even considered. Even when I thought of the flowers, I had only considered them visually.
They explained that if you find an unusual scent, every time your guests smell that flower, they will be reminded of the beauty and magic of that day. “We’ll import plumeria and tuberose from Hawaii!” they suggested, “and string leis to hang from the trees.”
The day before the wedding, we sat on the floor of their house with dental floss and fat needles and strung bloom after bloom of plumeria, the scent wafting from the large cold box they were shipped in. The experience of making these leis became a sacred part of our day. It felt sensual, ritualistic, and ancient.
When we looked out at our family and friends’ faces (beaming) framed in these flowers (by this time strung around their necks) it made us joyous, and every time we hugged someone, we drank in the scent.
It’s true. Forevermore, this smell will always be magic to us.