The Thousands

Floristry, think about it, it’s cool and kind of evil.

First, there are ecosystems at force, fields of blooms rivalling for height and magnetic scent, weeds bootlegging the soil’s vitamins, life and then fate for the most herbaceous.

At 5am, with the surrounding flush of a new day at the Flower Market, you really look at the nosegays and think.**You think the wantonly poppies have been picked mid orgasm. They’re all exposed and blushed. Umm is that sap? Perhaps the orgasm is key to floristry. Are we looking at specimens that have lived the ultimate life – of nurture and foreplay, climax then suspended meditation?

Any way, at this perfume party, there are some 172 sellers, who provide 75% of the wholesale cut for NSW, so you’ll get you some real petal for your coin. Showcasing a spectrum of local personalities from your barking Banksia to your Sweet William, our pick is the Kangaroo Paw, which looks like a toucan exclaiming le petite mort through its nose.