That day, you were walking alone through this untouched forest. As you followed a deserted path, you came upon this beautiful champagne rose. No one else was around — only the occasional birdsong and the warm, tender sunlight.

It was a Peach Avalanche rose—a champagne rose. It was clean, bearing no heady perfume, just blooming there with a quiet tenderness. A simple flower of the natural world. Perhaps someone once planted it here, but clearly—it had been forgotten.