Jude has a dodgy reputation; floppy, fussy, too big, too small. I've seen it looking munted-to-indifferent despite ideal conditions (the Dunedin Bot Gardens) and sprouting happily through a shitty arid ivy hedge situation (down the road) so I just rolled the dice and planted a bush this year. It arrived battered but is recovering well and has already favoured us with a couple of surpassingly beautiful blooms. The smell is so far beyond delicious that I can barely find the words; soapy rose, crushed pineapple or maybe baked pear, faint musk/myrrh, sunwarmed honeysuckle with a dash of nag champa incense. Fellow scent fiends need this rose right now. Comments are closed.
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