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Originally Posted by quiltergal
The debate rages on in the world of taxonomy. Currently Paph. chamberlainianum is considered a synonym for victoria regina, with the latter the officially recognized name. That said, Paph. chamberlainianum has a much darker rose pink pouch. There might be a picture in my album, if not I started a thread in the Paph forum, and there are pictures there. The color of the pouch on yours more closely resembles moquettianum or primulinum var purpurascens.
Whatever it is I really like it.
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Well….all this raises what for me is a fascinating underlying issue in all of life: visceral, intuitive acuity versus formal academic data.
Having been raised by an academic mom….I am normally moved to chase those latter data, and certainly have no axes to grind re the gift of my formal education.
BUT, my take increasingly, is, be it the chops to be a keen differential diagnostician in medicine or growing plants well or interacting with any other living being, the former always trumps the latter in importance.
Remember, Einstein explained, he first INTUITED The Universe; the math, the physics…the formal, formulaic parts came LATER.
Many physicians excel academically, but cannot make a keen differential diagnosis, forget holistically, or be any kind of actual healer to save themselves. They are often estranged from the levels of richness, of communion, as per my new signature here via Proust--- which afford getting “it” fully and accurately in the ways that matter most.
Man’s need to categorize, label other living beings is what it is, but to me, that is always secondary to what may sometimes appear formally unfathomable but NEVER inaccessible. I have written about this phenomenon often.
Now, please know, for all the pics I have taken of this first (of two as always) flower….dozens, capturing the true color of the pouch and the petal ends continues to elude.

Fact is, in person, it is a pale, kinda muddy mauve and, to everyone at my end, ALAS... not that lovely. Never has been.
But I grow everything in here, both the orchids I buy and ALL the creatures which come my way, the same: with acuity and devotion and always a sense of privilege exactly as if they were human guests.
U want the other pot?

OMG.