This is very lovely. There's a bit of an Eliot Porter feel here, with the firm grasp of color and texture. As with Porter, I find the composition a bit.. I don't know how to say this clearly, "straight on" perhaps? It's not particularly subtle or complex, it feels like a faithful record of a beautiful thing, rather than a photograph apart from the thing itself?
This isn't a good thing or a bad thing, I don't intend it as a negative, merely as an observation.