This has a totally different meaning to me.

I opened my F1RST shop on the 5th of the 5th 2005. May.

Every Thursday and Saturday I’d be at the local market buying bunches of stocks. I had them inside the shop.

Have you ever smelled a bunch of stock flowers?

The smell almost makes you feel drunk/fizzy/tipsy.

I’m growing them now in my garden. The fragrance they share sends me back to days of hope & innocence :o)