what happens when we stay curious about what we do not yet love?
i have never liked rose.
which has always felt a little strange for someone who makes scents.
when i blend with rose, i usually reach for the smallest amount i can use.
just enough.
never more.
for years, i thought that was simply who i was.
someone who admired rose from a distance but never really wanted to carry her.
then i found myself wondering why.
rose has been loved for generations.
she appears in perfumes, skincare, gardens, and bouquets. people have returned to her again and again.
i have always respected that.
i just never understood it for myself.
until one day i realized i had never really met rose.
i had only met what everyone else said she should mean.
so i decided to begin somewhere more honest.
i don't naturally enjoy this scent.
and i want to know her anyway.
lately, i've been missing parts of myself.
my softness.
my femininity.
my beauty.
i don't know if rose has anything to do with that.
i only know that i keep finding my way back to her.
perhaps that is enough for now.
peace be with you.