( India), where I had a garden full of bleeding dahlias. They used to be like torchlights, with huge faces, almost drooping with their weight and splendour. They would reign the garden , somehow standing apart boldly from the Chrysanthemums and Marigolds.
I can smell them now, though they don't have any fragrance and are best left in the garden, unlike the other flowers which are more apt for bouquets. Dahlias are regal and flamboyanrt!