First they seemed to be a curled leaf with no flower.

In colour they shaded from yellow to almost black mahogany, and appeared as if they were a flower with no leaf.
Closer examination proved there was a stout leaf with a heavy outside mid-rib, the tip of which curled over in a beak effect, that wrapped around a peculiar flower of very disagreeable odour.

The handling of these plants by the hundred so intensified this smell the Harvester shook his head.
"I presume you are mostly mine," he said to the busy little workers around him.

"If there is anything in my theory of honey having varying medicinal properties at different seasons, right now mine should be good for Granny's rheumatism and for nervous and dropsical people.

I shouldn't think honey flavoured with skunk cabbage would be fit to eat.
But, of course, it isn't all this.