We don’t sign
our work.
The bouquet isn’t from us. It’s from you.
Most luxury florists wrap their flowers in their own logo. We think that’s backwards. When she opens the door, the only name that should matter is yours.
So every bouquet leaves our Westside studio in raw kraft paper and jute twine, with a small cream tag: our name on one side — small — and your words on the other, written by hand.
We source the season’s best stems each morning, build every bouquet to order and photograph it before it leaves. The photo goes to your phone. Then a courier we know by name puts it into her hands.
That’s it. No cellophane. No upsell balloons. No compromises.
