I am compound yet both parts are essentially the same.

I am aromatic yet will become increasingly so with age.

I am surrounded by ugly spikes yet beauty will transcend.

I am reliant on fluid for survival yet too much is not enough.

I am for annual home makeovers yet prefer regular tidying.

I am expected at weddings yet sometimes do funerals also.

I am a fan of springtime yet not so much its late frosts.

I am big on Valentine’s Day yet generally when I am bigger.

I am awaiting development to become an arrangement.

I am a nascent version yet mature I resemble ground wheat.

I am started with a name like a blossom yet end like a friend.

WHAT AM I?

Last edition’s Fustigator: Exhaustion