Greetings from Los Angeles. I’m back from my trip and am pleased to report another excellent experience on Lufthansa, with one key element missing.
Take a look at the pictures below from my recent Frankfurt to Los Angeles flight. Notice anything?
Same excellent seat, bedding, food, drink, and service. But where’s the rose?
Last flight (with Marcel), the roses were not present, but were personally presented prior to takeoff. I figured that would be the case here, but when they did not show up I asked a flight attendant. They also were not by the boarding door (like the picture above) or in the lavatory, as they usually are.
Oh, catering forgot to load these. I asked but they said it would be too late.
And for whatever reason, my mind just drifted to Act II, Scene ii of Romeo and Juliet (bolding mine):
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
A rose by any other name would have indeed smelled just as sweet. But there was no rose…there were no flowers.
In all my years of flying Lufthansa, even from some far-flung outstations, this is the first time I have ever missed out on the rose.
But here’s the good news. Everything else about the flight was wonderful. I’m debating whether to post a full review or not since I just published one earlier this month on the same aircraft, but the lack of a rose was not an omen for a bad flight.
And I compensated, in a way. There may have been no rose flowers, but I did enjoy some lovely rosé Champagne…
The suite just kind of looks naked without the rose…like it was missing something. Hopefully that was just a fluke and not a sign of things to come. But quite honestly, if I had to choose I’d take the rosé Champagne over the literal rose. Lufthansa continues to offer a consistently stellar product.