I like both the distinct rose perfumes, in which the queen of flowers dominates, and the perfumes, in which roses, along with other fragrance blossoms, only quietly mix with each other, sometimes just purr. In nature every rose, no matter if and how it smells, attracts my attention. I think there is something mysterious about the closed bud, while the opening flower brings a smile to my face. The fading rose makes me melancholic and is particularly beautiful to look at, because it reminds me of how transient and fragile our creation is. Roses in the rain or their leaves wet with dew in the morning are also a seductive sight. Or the rose hips - if they develop at all, if there were enough seeds - also they please me and especially the birds. If a rose offers a fragrance in addition to its individual colour and shape, it is the icing on the cake
Roses do something to us. You have a strong charisma.
Plus an experience I had in the park the other day. Our spa park, which is maintained and cared for in the most beautiful way by professional gardeners, has flowerbeds between the lawns, which are always generously and very variedly planted with magnificent flowers and perennials. A little boy drove ahead of his parents with the eagerness so typical for children on his pedalbike, suddenly threw it on its way and ran to a bed full of light pink and white rose petals. He kneeled down and gently took a flower into his little hands to smell it. It was such a beautiful sight...all walkers around noticed it and were somehow touched by it. But the parents immediately scolded me - I can't say whether they were afraid that the peck would break the roses or injure himself. But the little one did not let himself be put off at all: full of devotion his little nose sank into bloom for a while until he finally had enough of it and turned enthusiastically to his bicycle again. The spontaneous love of a child, which expresses itself so carefree, fascinated me.
A rose is attractive.
In a particularly beautifully arranged fragrance post of the last days I found surprisingly also a rose....in liquid form of course! UNE ROSE. (Thank you, dear Iris!)
Does the name of this perfume mean 'any' rose? Or is there the one, the 'only true' rose? I am very excited about this rose fragrance and to keep it exciting, I sit down with my rose in the garden and do not read the listed ingredients at first. So I'm just gonna spray off ... and... must first swallow, then take a deep breath. "Whoo! What the hell is that? You know how it is..." I'm going through my head. Just think about it and I'll know what looks so familiar to me. A smell I know too well from times when stomach upsets or colds knock on my door. I smell spicy, bitter chamomile blossoms! A juicy, green-yellow chamomile that still sticks with its feet in the damp soil, but enjoys a few warming sunrays from above. I sit on my wooden bench in the garden and close my eyes to let this very special fragrance life come closer to me... i want to understand this one rose, listen to it and follow it where it leads me.
Because, as I said, roses always interest me!
It must have rained in the night. The air is filled with the smell of a slightly swampy meadow where chamomile is in full bloom. The floodplain changes into an adjoining coniferous forest, from which pine scent blows over. I put my head back, pick up the delicious green smells of the moisture around me and feel the sun's efforts to shine, to warm, to shine every now and then between the rapidly passing cloud fields. The darkness in front of my eyes is interrupted again and again by small flashes; it's like a game - I'm waiting for it to happen again and again. But it is still too early, the sun is not yet able to assert itself against the gray-blue clouds in the sky above me.
And it is exactly this moist, shady, cool morning mood that a rose knows how to use. Thick drops hang like pearls from their pink petals, which are weighed down by dew like small lobes. It looks like this lonely rose is crying. All this smells wonderful in the literal sense, a restrained sweetness rises to my nose...enchants me. Everything is so fresh, so green, so moist and so alive... But the sun does not give up, continues to struggle and begins to tickle the one rose. And as if she had waited for it, she gives her consent... straightens up, gently opens her cup. Her blossom widens and exudes breathtaking, sweet-sweet scents... the wind carries her to the camomile blossoms. At this moment, the chamomile combines with a soft, mild and lovely patchouli. All this happens very quietly, ...and almost imperceptibly pleasantly cosy warmth spreads. The air is penetrated more and more by the meanwhile quite intensive scent of the rose. Also the deep green foliage and its wood want to have a say. Woody notes play an increasingly important role in UNE ROSE in the course of time, setting unmistakably bitter, acidic and earthy accents that give the perfume its endurance
This one rose takes all the other fragrance players with it. Unwanted they must follow her, are inferior to her. And that's a good thing. How beautiful a single rose can be - the little one in the park had already grasped that! A truly unique, almost magical pink-pink blossoms here. "Une Rose" has something sensual about it, she seduces me unasked with her heavy sweetness and accompanies me (or accompanies me?) for about 7 to 9 hours. Sprayed on for a short time she remains moderate, but if you want to show it to the others, then she has what it takes to become the Rose Queen