A traveler thus describes flower worship as practiced by the Persians in Bombay: "A true Persian, in flowing robes of blue, and on his head a sheepskin hat - black, glossy, curly, the fleece of Kar-Kal - would saunter in, and stand and meditate over every flower he saw, and always as if in half vision. And when the vision was fulfilled, and the ideal flower he was seeking found, he would spread his mat and sit before it until the setting of the sun and then fold up his mat again and go home. And the next night, and night after night, until that particular flower faded away, he would return to it, and bring his friends in ever increasing troops to it, and sit and play the guitar or lute before it, and they would all together pray there, and after prayer still sit before it sipping sherbet and talking the most hilarious and shocking scandal late into the moonlight, and so again every evening until the flower died. Sometimes, by way of a grand finale, the whole company would suddenly arise before the flower and serenade it together with an ode from Hafiz, and depart".