There’s a little Iranian stall in my neighborhood, and I love browsing through their endless varieties of dried fruit and nuts, and exotic Persian herbs.

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The elderly gentleman who sits at the stall barely speaks a few words of English, but with broken dialect and animated gestures, he proudly presents the jewels of his heritage to anyone vaguely interested.

The other day, I stopped by to pick up my weekly dose of zereshk, and found myself fiddling with a small bag of dried petals. They were in the prettiest shades of indigo, violet and purple.