Her fragrance was one I could only dream of when I was young. Though the smell of Ylang-ylang and Rosal, more popularly known as Gardenia, infused the air around me, still I longed for the scent of a rose. Yes, roses grew in our area, but they did not have that rose smell that I only learned about in books and TV. Even the roses that were commercially available, beautiful as they were, lacked the fragrance that I was looking for.
So intent was I in fulfilling this rose-scented dream that when I got the chance to have a little flower garden, roses topped the list of plants I decided to plant. Needless to say, fragrance was a major consideration in the choice of roses. Of the varieties (that are still) growing in the garden, Velvet Fragrance is a favorite. Its perfume, for me, sums up all that is beautiful and magical about roses. In previous years, there was Frederic Mistral whose scent rivaled and even surpassed Velvet Fragrance’s. When it was in bloom, its flowers filled the surrounding air with fragrance so strong and sweet that I stayed a little longer in the yard just to enjoy it.
Winter is often a depressing time for me and that winter after I gave birth to my youngest was even more so. To alleviate some post partum blues, I splurged on rose scented body and bath products. Inhaling the familiar and beloved aroma not only reminded me of rose gardens but also made me feel beauty even when all of me said otherwise.
The scent of a rose
a balm for the weary soul
carrying a thorn