My grandmother had an obsession about this flower. As children we simply referred to this as her precious plant. Grandchildren were firmly instructed not to mess with her precious plant. It had sentimental value to her since she brought the plantings back from a trip to visit her long lost sister. I was driving past her old house the other day and her precious plant is blooming beautifully so she can be proud. Sadly the house itself is looking a little worst for wear but the flowers look beautiful.