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Mount Holyoke’s Corpse Flower Blooms Again, Drawing Crowds to Its ‘Rotting Flesh’ Stench

Mount Holyoke’s Corpse Flower Blooms Again, Drawing Crowds to Its ‘Rotting Flesh’ Stench

SOUTH HADLEY, Mass. (AP) — One person entered the lush, green Victorian-era greenhouse and smelled rotting eggs. Another said the odor evoked the memory of dissecting a dead bird. A third compared it to a stinky diaper baking in the sun. “I was expecting it to smell bad, but it smelled genuinely like rotting flesh,” said Nyx DelPrado, a first-year student at Mount Holyoke College who visited its Talcott Greenhouse this week to see the blooming of a corpse flower. “Its name is accurate,” DelPrado added with a laugh, nose wrinkled, adding that it reminded them of the scent of a dissection. The corpse flower, or Amorphophallus titanum, is a rare tropical plant known for its foul odor. It’s native to the rainforests of Sumatra and blooms infrequently and for only a brief window, releasing a pungent scent meant to mimic decaying flesh and attract pollinators such as flies and beetles. Nicknamed “Pangy,” the plant first bloomed at Mount Holyoke College in 2023, and its latest appearance has once again drawn crowds eager to witness …

Daisy Johnson: ‘I wasn’t a fan of David Szalay, but Flesh is a masterpiece’ | Books

Daisy Johnson: ‘I wasn’t a fan of David Szalay, but Flesh is a masterpiece’ | Books

My earliest reading memoryMemories from my childhood are opening up as I read to my own young children at the moment. Something in the pictures of Helen Cooper’s The Bear Under the Stairs or Lane Smith’s The Big Pets takes me back to being four years old and being read to. My favourite book growing upI love the Sabriel series by Garth Nix and first read it alongside my father and, later, my younger brother. It was truly a shared joy to be immersed in that world, for a book to give us a new connection to one another. The book that changed me as a teenagerI don’t remember what age I was when I found The Bone People by Keri Hulme on my parents’ bookshelf, probably too young. I was a swirling hurricane of a teenager and reading about Kerewin alone in her tower felt momentous. There was something about the way that the anger and fear in the book bury into the writing. The writer who changed my mindI think my mind is being changed by writing all of the time, but most …