This is a bright spot in a serious story, a guest room scented by roses crushed into water to release their fragrance. Wishing you musk-rose scented rooms…
“It’s only this very morning I plunged some fresh-gathered roses head downward in the water-jug; for, thought I, perhaps some one will be coming, and there’s nothing so sweet as spring-water scented by a musk or two.”
Source: Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South (London: John Murray, 1925), p. 462
