Broquet is here to bury the tired idea that flowers are only for women, apologies, or funerals.

Our arrangements aren’t delicate. They’re built to be noticed. Engineered for men who are very much alive. And they smell like ambition, oak, and a promotion that hasn’t happened yet but definitely will.

But it’s not just about petals and presentation. Every Broquet is a warning to honor the man, not the memory. To celebrate his existence while he’s still around to make that weird laugh-snort when he’s caught off guard.

Why? Because the flower industry has been one big glittery stereotype for too long.

Pretty. Polite. Predictable.

We’re here to torch their garden and plant something better in its place. We’re a salute in stem form—tied tight and delivered like we damn well mean it. We don’t just send flowers. We send proof that real men deserve to be celebrated in full color.

But enough about us, tell us about him.

He’s still breathing, right? Good. Let’s send him something before he’s not.