your smell, your smell...

"if, of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft, and from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left, sell one and from the dole, buy hyacinths to feed the soul."  - saadi (12th century persian poet)

the myth behind:

hyacinth was a youth beloved by both apollo, the god of archery, and zephyr, the god of wind. however, hyacinth preferred apollo, and out of jealousy, zephyr caused a violent wind to arise one day when hyacinth ran after a discus. the discus hit hyacinth, killing him, so apollo then created the hyacinth flower to spring out of the ground from his spilled blood.

out of passion springs beauty.

my favorite flower :)

(nyc)