It was one of those rare mornings — too fragile, too exquisite to belong to the everyday. The city was still asleep. Golden light spilled through the window, and outside — only the soft rustle of leaves. On the table, coffee cooling slowly. In the air — a trace of rose, delicate, barely there, yet it’s the one thing that stays with you.

You won’t remember what she said — only the way she laughed, eyes drifting away, fingers brushing the rim of the cup. And how the world, just for a moment, became weightless. 

Rose & Coffee is not just a scent. It’s a morning where everything aligned: her voice still wrapped in sleep, rose on her skin, the bitterness of coffee, and the light falling softly across the sheets. She disappeared as quietly as she came — leaving behind only a scent you now search for in every new day.