My grandfather loved the scent of roses. ‘”Ah, beautiful!”, he said, when he smelled a drop of Bulgarian rose concrete dissolved in jojoba oil. And so I made him his own bottle of Bulgarian rose concrete in jojoba oil. That he kept by his bedside and guarded as his ‘rose perfume’.
My grandfather loved it when I wore kumkum on my forehead. “Ah, beautiful”, he would say, whenever I’d appear with an accidentally large stain of kumkum on my forehead.
I just want to let him know, that I am going to wear a dot of kumkum on my forehead today.
And that I am smelling roses and keeping warm.