House of Fanatics Don't call me rose

From far away you could still see flashes of a red sunset in her skin. An oriental breeze, a sweet and sophisticated scent declaring love and devotion to a voluptuous Rose that extends elegance and presence. Ceddar wood of absolute beauty hides behind the incandescent mysticism of Incense, the intense beauty of vain Vanilla conducts the nuance of Musk closing this anonymous love story. Don’t call me Rose.