The boteh was born from a seed – a fragile whisp of found fabric, woven in fine wool and silk – soon blossoming into a floral celebration, teardrop shapes tessellating and tracing their pathways from Persia. They burst with ornate petals – bejewelled, enveloping, daisy-chaining their way across the centuries. Pollinating itself, as each bouquet is born from the last, the pattern vines and entwines, each time revisiting its beginning.