Gardenias were a special plant for me growing up in Pasadena. As a teen, I got to savor their delicious scent as I lay in bed on hot, still mornings as my mother had planted one beneath my window. Ever since, every time either of us had occasion to wear a corsage, it was always gardenias. I remember wearing my first one to the Biltmore Theater on Pershing Square in Los Angeles on my 16th birthday. My mother had to shush me as I was blissfully singing along with every song, a little too loud. It was a grand, sweet smelling day.
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