Ephemeral Rose, Burgundy

There are roses that bloom for the living—and those that bloom for the dead. Ephemeral Rose is the latter, a blossom cast in wax and shadow, its fragrance unfolding like a love letter tucked between the pages of an unread book. The petals hold the pale blush of memory, steeped in longing, its perfume sweet as the breath of a ghost passing too close. In its warmth, beauty lingers, but always with the quiet ache of knowing it cannot last.