Black and grey botanical tattoo of a large gardenia-like flower with leaves, palm fronds and vines covering the shoulder and upper arm, shown in three photographs.

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Gardenia and foliage on shoulder and upper arm

Botanical · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a large open flower, likely a gardenia or rose, surrounded by broad leaves, palm fronds and trailing vines. The linework is fine and the shading is soft, with grey tones giving the petals and foliage depth. The three-panel composition shows the piece from front, side and back angles across the shoulder and upper arm.

Botanical Shoulder Upper arm Flower Rose Leaves Vine Foliage

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Snow had sealed the pass for nine days when the innkeeper's daughter, Ysolde, found a bundle on the step. Inside was a cutting wrapped in wet sacking, a green stem with a single bud closed tight as a fist. Her father said it came from the warm country beyond the mountains, and that no one in the valley had ever kept such a plant alive past the first frost.

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She set it in the scullery window, where the copper pans steamed and the ash logs burned. Every morning she turned the pot a quarter round so it leaned toward the light, and every evening she sang the thin song her grandmother used for bread. Broad dark leaves came first, then fronds that split the air like fingers, then vines that crept down the sill and tangled in the bell rope.

On the twelfth day the bud opened, and the whole kitchen smelled of summer. Travellers snowed in at the inn came to see it: a drover with a grey beard, two sisters selling thread, a priest who wept without saying why. Each of them left a small coin on the sill, and the coins turned green with the vine.

When the thaw came, the stranger returned for his cutting. He looked at the bloom, then at Ysolde, and asked what she wanted for it. She said nothing. He laughed, left the pot where it stood, and said that a thing grown for the sake of a stranger would not be carried off by anyone. The pass opened in April. The gardenia stayed on the sill, and the winter after, it bloomed again.