OK, the flower is white and the bush is bushy. But for those of us who live in a windswept, godawful Great Plains where the wind whistles and only a few, threadbare strands of barbed wire separate us from the Arctic blasts (I did not make this up, btw), the seemingly subtropical luster of evergreen leaves on this munchkin are as evocative of warmth as Gardenias in Grenada.
I can't resist showing off my champion plant of this, perched on top of my very exposed rock gardeen where it seems to do very well. Alas! Each fruit has a single seed--and it takes forever to gather a handful of the plump berries. So I never have quite enough seed to do the trick.
Although one local nurseryman has had good luck with cuttings...I have grown a half dozen "retusa" and "tangutica" over the years--each different a bit from one another, and yet all with a close family resemlance. All seem to be tough as nails and worth a spot in the large rock garden.