White Rose Floris Eau de Toilette

Today, my dear friend gifted me a rose dream, straight from "my" London.

I float on silky - not soapy - roses over the Tower Bridge, gaze at the gray Thames, and stroll into the upscale Kensington with its well-kept Victorian villas and lush rose gardens.

Austin roses everywhere - and everyone nods and scents me in return.

I see elegant ladies in silk dresses delicately sipping tea in the shelter of the rose hedges, and loving couples whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Iris dusts the scene, and the violet supports the nostalgic roses with a touch of romance.
Beagles frolic under the jasmine and are allowed to play undisturbed.
Life and inner reflection at once.
A painting by Landseer.

Rilke comes to mind:
Rose, oh pure contradiction, desire to be nobody's sleep under so many eyelids.