Growing up in South Florida, the hibiscus was a large part of the surroundings of my formative years. When we weren’t climbing orange trees, barefoot mind you, or swimming at the beach, we were picking hibiscus and pretending to be flamenco dancers. Why we chose flamenco is beyond me since there’s really not a connection, but there is little logic in the mind of 8-year olds.
Interestingly enough, in my early 20s, I taught ballroom dance. And yes, I frequently wore a hibiscus tucked behind my ear.