With crabby little passenger. This is a nice recent Austin bush which seems to grow however it damn well pleases in any given situation; squat, leggy-to-climberish, sprawling, upright... I have two, because >impatience< - I only recently acquired Wife of Bath, haven't gotten my hands on Ambridge Rose yet and these were more readily available. The myrrh funk is almost palpable in Scepter'd and that shit right there is what I live for from Austin's faux-olde pieces. They're a bit less lolly than they appear in this late light; internet pics almost always exaggerate its true tones, which are a softer, fleshy, sort of buried pink. It tends to crap itself in a vase after 48 hours, but my oldest bush recovered strongly from being eaten to the fucking ground by feral possums this spring so one can't complain. |
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