My first instinct on seeing a rose, is to bent down, hoping to catch a whiff of its fragrance.
Rose fragrance for me is Yardley London Red Roses and nostalgia. It smells of my best friend’s home who had her father working abroad.
That was one of the things he used to bring during his yearly visits.
The roses that I see now are ornamental. No fragrance. Only looks.
However my mother’s garden has bushes of Damask Rose and that definetely smells like a rose.