Beauty, on its own, rarely earns a crown. Roses claimed their authority over love through something harsher: mythology that bled. In Greek stories, the red of the petals did not arise from sunlight or soil but from Aphrodite’s own blood, spilled as she rushed through briars toward the dying Adonis, each torn footstep staining pale flowers into crimson.So the rose did not just look tender. It carri...More