Harnessing the ruggedness of desert winds, it unveils the untamed allure of a vibrant rose, awakening wildness and embracing rebellious individuality. While others extol the scent of roses, I choose to cultivate the cactus, blossoming defiantly in the wilderness. It persists in its untamed growth, adorned with rigid and sharp thorns on its stems. Yet, the fragrance is soft, deep, and reminiscent of the prideful silhouette left behind in the wild—a delicate stroke in a painting, confidently graceful, neither overly coquettish nor aloof, but infused with determination and selfhood within its gentleness.