This Daffodil has come a long way, from the village Geraldine on the south island of New-Zealand, to be precise. Years ago, I got a few of her flower bulbs from an English Daffodil friend. I fell in love with her right away, that bright white in combination with the fiery edge to her cup stole my heart: you don’t see that kind of combination often.
After years of trying to grow this variety, I found out that grower Van der Hulst, my neighbour, already had a large party. Back in the nineties he had been one of the first that had bought the bulb from the hybridizer and he was ten steps ahead of me. I decided to give him my smaller party if I could be the first to sell them when that moment would arrive. And that I would get to pick a few of them every year to put in my house, because they are also beautiful in a vase. Now, almost twenty years later, the time has finally come: there are enough bulbs to offer a few of them to you.