Yasmen, a silken-syllabled cousin of Jasmine, springs from Arabic soil where the word for the beloved night-blooming flower became a name, then rode trade winds and caravan tales all the way to English nurseries—pronounced yas-MEHN in its original tongue and the breezy YAZ-min in the West—like a monsoon breeze swapping stories as it crosses borders. In Indian lore she’d be the spirited heroine weaving jasmine garlands for a temple festival, her laughter mingling with tabla beats, while on the U.S. charts she’s the stealthy hummingbird: never cracking the top 800 yet fluttering in just often enough (five little Yasmen in 2011!) to stay intriguingly rare. Wrapped in the flower’s symbolism of grace, purity, and good fortune, Yasmen offers parents a fragrant compromise between the familiar and the unexpected—naming a daughter Yasmen feels a bit like tucking a fresh gajra behind her ear and whispering, “Carry this sweet scent of possibility wherever you roam.”