Vienna wasn't supposed to be about flowers for me. I came here in 2021 as a freelance writer covering architecture. But one rainy October afternoon, I ducked into a tiny flower shop on Graben to escape the weather, and Frau Margarethe Lindner started talking.
She told me about her grandmother who supplied arrangements to the Hofburg Palace, about techniques passed down through four generations, about how the Austrian approach to flowers differs fundamentally from French or Dutch traditions. Three hours passed like minutes.
That conversation sparked an obsession. I began visiting imperial gardens at dawn, tracking down retired master florists, digging through archives at the Austrian National Library. What I found wasn't just about pretty arrangements - it was a window into how Austrians have expressed beauty, grief, celebration, and identity through flowers for centuries.
This site shares what I discovered. No academic jargon, no generic content - just real stories from real places and people I've met along the way.