Lately, I’ve been utterly captivated by pink, by the rose, by roses in all their forms, in every shade, in every expression. I adore them for their infinite palette—from delicate blush to deep rosewood—their blooms, from the regal Reine Elizabeth to the romantic Queen of Denmark, with a detour through the lush David Austin rose. If I had a garden, I think I would turn it into a rose sanctuary, a tribute to Catherine Dior. And then, there’s their scent—this perfume of the gods, sometimes citrusy, woody, and spiced, sometimes velvety like a ripe apricot when the rose turns crimson.
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Everything seems to bring me back to them, even when I’m not looking. A soft, powder-pink knit I bought this winter and can’t stop wearing. A book on the queen of flowers by Pierre-Joseph Redouté. A little-known Christian Dior fragrance with notes of jasmine, freesia, and damask rose—an accidental love affair at first breath, as though it had been composed for me alone.
But I believe the true genesis of this love story, the moment of revelation, was when I first smelled Rose Pompon by Goutal (rose, musk, blackcurrant, peony, raspberry, cedar, musk). That eau de toilette struck me straight in the heart, and in a flash, reconciled me—perhaps forever?—with both the rose and the color pink, too often reduced to fragile femininity, saccharine clichés, uninspired romance, and other predictable rose-tinted tropes.
Am I feeling romantic? Perhaps. After all, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. I can sense it—there’s love in the air. This winter, I was enamored with the purity of white, almost obsessively so—from snow-capped peaks to the pristine roses that once stood in my white ceramic footed vase on the dining table. And then, almost imperceptibly, they changed, as if Cupid, in a clumsy gesture, had spilled his glass of wine over their petals, turning them blush. If white reigned supreme this winter, I now solemnly declare that rose will be the color of spring, the flower of the season :).
Deeply inspired by this hue, this flower, and this fragrance, I’ve gathered in today’s article all the beautiful things that are adding a touch of color to my days—days that winter has left a little dull and washed out. I hope you love this shade, this romance, and this softness, because by the end of this piece, I promise—you’ll be seeing la vie en rose.
- Fresh Rose & Hyaluronic Acid Deep Hydration Toner
- RMS Lip2Cheek (shade: Spell), I also love Chanel’s Joues Contraste (shade: Rose Petale)
- Rouge Coco Baume Satin (shade: Pink Delight)
- Chanel Le Vernis (shade: Ballerina)
- For Ever and Ever Dior, I also love Guerlain Rose Amira
- Goutal Rose Pompon
- Diptyque Roses Large Scented Candle
- Guerlain Meteorites Pearls of Powder
- Bonus: Redouté Roses
