Darling corpse flower
So far, I have been unsuccessful in my efforts to find a friend who is willing to come along and take a gander and sniff with me at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden’s freshly bloomed Corpse Flower.
I am shocked, just shocked, that no one wants to go with me to see a plant that looks like a penis and smells like rotting meat. Perhaps that is because we already live in a city that regularly smells putrid, and where penises are often on display. But I know I’m not missing this for the world. I’m going tomorrow, and I’m bringing my Polaroid and digital cameras, and – oh, I wish there was a way to record smell forever!