Thanks, Jess. The name was a gift from a friend. Kipling did write a poem called that, but those
three plants have a history which extends farther back in folklore. Why Annie thought it was a
good name for us is lost in the mists of thirty years, but it seems to have stuck. Variously we've
been called Ripped, Smashed & Torn, another friend never fails to call us Toke Stash and Porn,
yet another wag insists on calling us Palm Plumeria and Breadfruit. Hmmmm.