of the charm of Sukkot is the shuk arba minim, the chaos of the lulav and etrog market. The narrow window of time for this ad hoc religio-enterprenuerial market is just as soon as Yom Kippur is over until just before the arrival of Sukkot. We’re talking a few days. Once a year. But amidst the practical necessity of securing the four species for the holiday, combined with the pleasure and charm of the sensory experiences of the piled high emerald greens and sunshine-y yellows, the fragrant, braided boughs of myrtle, alongside the perfume of the citrusy etrog cocooned in flaxen wrapper, the chaotic marketplace beckons. There are the potential etrog buyers jostling for closer views of the etrogim, as the vendor ever so carefully […]
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