She left for a few minutes. When she returned, she had a bloom. A beautiful, dark red, velvety, perfectly formed bloom. But that's not what sold me. When she handed me the rose, I knew it was 'The One'. Because when she handed it to me, I of course did what everyone does when handed a rose - sniff it. And the scent! Oh, the scent! Like delicate perfume. I fell in love that instance.
"To be overcome by the fragrance of flowers is a delectable form of defeat." -Beverly Nichols
Not only do I have Francis in my garden, but this is the rose chosen to plant at the cemetery, behind a black headstone. I am helping it become established, then I hope it lives for generations.
If you wish to plant a rose where it may not get proper care after becoming established, be certain you get an Old Garden Rose, or a rose that is not grafted, but grown on its own roots. Ask if you're not sure. If the rose is grafted, there is a possibility that in future years the grafted rose will take over, and you will have a different rose than the one you thought you were planting.
"Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume." - Jean de Boufflers
Every time I see Francis blooming, I have to walk up to it and take a whiff, and I fall in love all over again. If you're looking for a fragrant rose, try Francis Dubreuil. There are some that say this rose is truly 'Barcelona', so it may be sold under either name.
"That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet." - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet