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One Hundred and One
Every rose is one more time her name came back to you.
205 USD
What is inside
Soft pink roses, hand-tied and finished with a long ribbon. Choose the number that says what you mean.
Some images and videos show styling ideas at home. Vases, chocolates and balloons are sold separately.
Included
- Delivery in Kyiv, Odesa, Lviv, Kharkiv, Dnipro or Vinnytsia
- A card with your note
- The poem of this bouquet
- Day and address chosen by her, never shared with you
Arranged by hand: flowers and shades can vary slightly with the season. Photos show a large size.
Delivery
We invite her by email to choose a day within the next 14 days, and a time window. Delivery is included in the price. During air-raid alerts couriers pause, and we move the time if we need to.
Refunds
If she declines, or the gift cannot be delivered, you are refunded in full. If she does not answer, the gift waits for her. Once paid, an order cannot be cancelled, and flowers and food cannot be returned: they are perishable. If something arrives damaged, we replace it or refund you.
Care
Cut the stems at an angle, change the water every two days, and keep the flowers away from direct heat.
What it says
A hundred and one soft pink roses, or twenty-five, or a hundred and fifty-one: here the number is the message, so choose it as you would choose a word. They are tied by hand into one round head of pink, the stems gathered tight, with a long pale ribbon falling well past them.
Her first instinct at the door will be to count. She will lose her place, start again and stop, which is the point. Send them if you have been keeping a tally for months, of days apart, of the times her name came back to you in the middle of everything else. The roses are the proof.
When to send it
After a long stretch apart, when you have counted the days and want her to know it.
How she receives it
- She receives an email with your name and a private link.
- She chooses the day, the hour and the address. You never see them.
- A courier brings the flowers, your note and the poem. We tell you when they are delivered.
The poem that travels with it
Printed on a card, in Ukrainian with an English translation.
Ніч яка, Господи! Місячна, зоряна:Ясно, хоч голки збирай…Вийди, коханая, працею зморена,Хоч на хвилиночку в гай!
Mykhailo Starytsky
