Khloey, a luminous variant of the ancient Greek name Chloe—literally “green shoot”—arrives like the first whisper of spring in a sun-drenched courtyard, its very syllables conjuring tender new growth. Pronounced KLOH-ee (/kloʊˈi/) in English, it unfolds on the tongue with the soft grace of a warm breeze stirring through orange groves at dusk, where flamenco rhythms mingle with the scent of gardenias. Though rooted in classical myth, Khloey’s spirit dances to the heartbeats of Latin America, evoking vibrant fiestas under jacaranda trees and the tender promise of tomorrow’s dawn. In the United States, its popularity has ebbed and flowed—first glimpsed at the turn of the millennium with seven newborn bearers in 2000, then drifting between ranks in the high 800s and low 900s, most recently appearing seven times in 2024 at rank 943—an unhurried ascent that speaks not of passing fashion but of enduring warmth and poetic charm.