ONE-HUNDRED ROSES

In the heart of his family's garden, a man carefully tended to one-hundred roses, each one a symbol of his devotion to love. With every delicate petal that unfurled, he poured his love into the blossoms, nurturing them with tender care.

Finally, the day arrived when the roses reached their full bloom, their fragrance filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating perfume. With a sense of anticipation coursing through his veins, he set about gathering the roses, carefully snipping each stem from its bush with hands trembling with excitement. One by one, he carried the roses into a room he had prepared for the occasion, its walls adorned with soft candlelight and the sweet melodies of their favorite songs floating through the air. With each step, his heart beat faster, his anticipation building with every move.

When the last rose found its place in the room, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. The air was alive with the scent of roses, their vibrant colors dancing in the flickering candlelight. It was a sight fit for a queen, but more importantly, it was a testament to the love that beat fiercely within his heart. With a steadying breath, he waited for his love to arrive, his pulse quickening with each passing moment. And when she finally stepped into the room, her eyes widened in wonder at the sight before her. Never had she seen something so beautiful, so heartfelt.

As he knelt before her, his eyes shining with unshed tears, he poured out his heart in words as sweet as the roses that surrounded them. He spoke of love that knew no bounds, of a future filled with laughter and joy, and of a promise to cherish her for all eternity. And as the last words fell from his lips, he held out a single rose, its petals as crimson as his love for her. With tears glistening in her eyes, she took his hand, her heart overflowing with love."Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Yes, a hundred times yes." And in that room filled with one-hundred roses, they sealed their love with a kiss, their hearts entwined forevermore in a bond as timeless as the petals that surrounding them.

When Gertrude Stein wrote "a rose is a rose is a rose," she probably was not thinking about the true story of romance from above. When it comes to fragrances, rose is a coveted ingredient that is able to shape-shift; as it's a very complex scent. The flower, which mythologically bloomed from Aphrodite's tears over her lover Adonis, plays well with other ingredients. Depending on the creator's vision, rose can smell fresh or fiery, peppery or syrupy, whisper light or as dank as a mossy cave. It can soften up a woodsy composition or add a voluptuous undernote to other scents. It turns musk scents dreamy and makes fruits flirtatious.

Yet despite its heroic position in the perfumer's tool kit, rose had backslid in recent years. Independent creators, like B.Witching Bath have championed the rose in all its glory, liberating it from the delicate bottles and coquettish reputation to prove that fresh, honey, velvety rose can be a powerhouse on men and women alike. And now old is new again and consumers are crazy about Rose - the scent of passion, of love, of dulcet longing - is the new unisex. Once you smell a truly beautiful, buttery, velvety rose, it is impossible to resist. We are starting to see a generation that is self-assured enough that they will wear any fragrance that they feel smells right. B.Witching Bath's award-winning One-Hundred Roses collection has been a favorite in the rose category, yielding aromas of fresh honey floral, velvet rosewater and whisper light blonde wood.