One Hundred and One
Every rose is one more time her name came back to you.
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Red Letter
Everything you have been too careful to say, in one round red box.
425 USD
What is inside
Deep red roses, white orchid and ranunculus, arranged in a round red hatbox. No vase needed, and nothing left unsaid.
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
Some letters take years to write, and this one is finished. Deep red roses, opened wide, with white orchid and white ranunculus between them, all of it standing in a round red hatbox. The red of the petals runs into the red of the box, so the whole thing reads as one sentence with no commas in it.
She will need both arms to bring it in from the door, and then she only has to put it down, because the box is already its home. Choose it when you have been careful for long enough. It leaves her no room to wonder what you meant, so send it only if you mean exactly that.
When to send it
On the day you decide to stop being careful and say the whole thing.
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.
Сміються, плачуть солов’їІ б’ють піснями в груди:«Цілуй, цілуй, цілуй її —Знов молодість не буде!»
Oleksandr Oles
