A long, trailing rose vine as a headdress, with handmade budding roses and blooms, as though pushed straight from the hedge, thorns and all. Midway between romantic and feral, perfect for a stroll across some wuthering heights somewhere.

In Ottoman tradition, the rose is the beloved of the nightingale: the creature sings and suffers for the beautiful, thorned flower, not unlike the Little Prince. One rose among thousands becomes irreplaceable simply because she is the one he has loved and tended... thorns and all. A symbol of love and beauty across cultures, the rose is at once sacred and erotic, long associated with Venus.