For a marvelous flight of fancy!
A rose is a rose. If it's a tea rose, what matters is not its aroma but an indefinable aura, the intoxicating, musky richness that only our noses, nestled deep into a garden rose, can communicate to us. A touch of apricot cushions the impact of velvety musk. Everybody's heard of a peach complexion, but let’s not forget the sinfully rosy ones.