31/07/2025
Anyone who knows me very well knows that I have a bit of an obsession with tuberose, and anyone who knows anything much about my business knows that we only use British flowers.
If you know about floristry, you know that you cannot buy British tuberose as a cut flower.
So I grew my own. With help.
Last year I managed to grow just a few stems from bulbs and got my tuberose fix. I then set about researching how to grow lots more… they’re quite needy, but that fragrance is absolutely worth the faff.
I planted the new bulbs and mollycoddled the plants that we had and overwintered them (with citrus trees and the pelargonium) in an insulated warm frame (which had been a cold frame) that William heated & programmed to stay at the optimal temperature despite the whims of the weather outside. We watered them sparingly and kept a close eye on them until spring when they went into our new (to us) tuberose greenhouse with their companions from the warm frame and some jasmine, because you can’t have too much fragrance in your life.
We got a watering system in place (and when I say we, I very much mean William, not me, but I cheered him on, which has to count for something) and the bulbs sent up lots of promising green shoots.
Slugs attacked, we fought back, and a lot of the bulbs did absolutely nothing. I feared the worst, maybe we hadn’t given them quite what they needed. Frankly they’d rather be growing in Mexico, and here I was trying to grow them in Surrey…
But after a little time acclimatising, leaves started to spring up and thrillingly, a few weeks ago, flower stems started to emerge. This week the first stem began to flower. You can’t cut them until there are a good few flowers open or they stop in their tracks and wont open more. So I was patient (ish) despite being giddy with anticipation and I waited.
On Tuesday, finally, after almost a year of waiting I got to bring that first flower spike into the house and breathe in the intoxicating perfume.
Absolute bliss. A house perfumed by home grown tuberose. Who could ask for anything more?
Oh and the roses have been pretty good too, but my heart undeniably belongs to the tuberose this week.