It is, alas, still shy about smelling floral. But the best thing is that I now don’t need to use a torch if I nip down to the potager in the gloaming; the roses glow in the dark.
I tested it out last night when I remembered I had left the potager gate open.
My timing was not brilliant. I was fed and watered and in my pjs. But just the merest threat of our local deer finding their way into my lush and exuberant vegetable garden had me off the sofa and twinkling out in a trice.