The Orchid (n.) looks as if pistil and stamens had melted into its petals, as if the contents of the flower had overflowed the banks of its involuted petals.
The Orchid (n.) is a flower whose petals flow from its face like a river of white whiskers.
The Orchid (n.) is passé, like heirloom furniture in a modern living room; set next to “modern” roses, they twist the charm of the bouquet out of joint.
The Orchid (n.) has an ancient air; it seems as if it were transplanted from an infinitely older planet than the one we inhabit; a time; or from the night of time in which our own racial memory is completely lost.
The Orchid (n.) is the one flower that absolutely refuses to mix, a snob to the core. Put an orchid in a bouquet where all the other flowers have among themselves arranged their compromise of beauty, and the orchid stands out like an intruder. Snobs fit in only with other snobs.