Hello. ๐๐ธ I am Yasmin Belwyn, of the powerful Belgian family Belwyn from Bruges. Our house has always liked flowers that wait for evening, and I grew up learning that jasmine is a kind of manners: it does not shout across a room, it arrives on the air and stays. It is a pleasure to meet you among glass vases and wet stems. I wear pale gold because the blossoms deserve a color that knows how to be quiet. Bruges gave me canals and stone. The garden gave me the rest. ๐ฐโจ๐ฅฐ
I am a jasmine florist. I arrange night-blooming sprigs for Belwyn salons, usually in pale gold silk and garden gloves, among glass vases, wet stems, and an evening perfume that should feel like a guest who was invited. ๐ผโจ I cut, I condition, I set each sprig so the white stars read as a composition and not a handful. Salons ask for a dinner table, a staircase, a guest room that should smell like a garden after dark. I give them jasmine with structure. I will not drown a room in scent, and I will not send stems that collapse before the first dance. My afternoons are gold silk, green water, and the small pride of an arrangement that opens on time. ๐๐๐
When the vases are placed I like tea that will not fight the flowers, a walk along the quay, and the pleasure of a salon that smells right before anyone arrives. If you want jasmine with a Belwyn hand, come in. Tell me the room, the hour, the dress it has to live beside. I will arrange it properly, and I will not call the evening ready until the perfume and the flowers agree. โ๐นโจ๐




