Spring has caught its breath inside this bouquet. The pink is barely there, the white is sheer like early morning light, and the orange glows softly from the depths of the petals a gentle sun. The tulips have opened just enough, as if afraid to break the spell. There’s no ceremony here, only a fragile tenderness that needs no words. The leaves embrace the blooms naturally, letting each flower breathe. This bouquet feels like a feeling you’re not ready to name yet quiet, warm, and quietly luminous. Made to be admired in a whisper.
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TypeGift
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Width25 cm
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Height40 cm