A rose garden after a thunderstorm. Not a manicured, orderly rose garden, but one that has become unruly, with brambles and a quilt of petals upon the ground. An almost forgotten garden. A place that guards its secrets. You can smell the rich, wet earth and the lightning-swept air and an abundance of roses in various stages of bloom. You can sense the intrigue that clings like an unseen mist. An unforgettable marriage of rose and patchouli, with just a hint of plum. Regal, enigmatic and absolutely gorgeous.