This is joy in its purest form: Silky cool and velvety to touch, the billowing Jurlique Rose sits feather light across my cupped palms, a sumptuous burst of pale pink petals that beckons, not just with its beauty, but with its almighty sweet scent. It feels incomprehensible that nature can magic such an exquisite thing into existence and perhaps that’s how roses have become such blooming legends.
The rose, queen of flowers, is the quintessential symbol of love, beauty and youth, and the world has acclaimed it so for millennia.
