Artūras finds his serenity by reviving discounted plants in his garden. Considering the Lithuanian climate, one of those plants is an exotic one— Amorphophallus. It is known for its distinctive smell, which reminds of rotting flesh. Artūras, however, is used to this, as he works as an autopsy technician. His sensitive view of the world merges the contrasts of both life and death. He shares his genuine thoughts, buried beneath work that most of us find resentful. Just like the smell of the corpse flower.