Roses have sharp thorns. Like the best of us, they can be prickly, insolent, arrogant. And why would we expect anything less? To represent love is a heavy burden, and to be a long-stemmed red rose on Valentine’s Day is crushingly symbolic.
What I want most—more than a dozen blooms at my doorstep—is a perfume that is fierce, sensual, radiant, mercurial, and, yes, thorny. In other words, a scent that weaves chaos into beauty, because loving well is an alchemist’s art.
If ever there was a time to find a rose perfume that refuses to be labeled as such, it is now. The best of these, however, defy convention while also reveling in their very gorgeous rosiness. This is the prerogative of the queen of flowers, and the obsession of almost every great perfumer.
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