As the day of love approaches, we at the Mansionic Perspective sent an investigative reporter to investigate and report on the many varieties of roses that are available, and their possible meanings when sent to a doe eyed recipient. The investigative reporter, unfortunately, was busy, and, unfortunately, Thomasina was available, so we sent her. Unfortunately.
Roses. By Thomasina.

To me, white roses symbolise purity, or a blank page if you have nothing to say.

Yellow roses signify the warmth of a hot Summer’s day. Very apt for a wintry day in February.

Golden roses ooze warmth, but can look a bit passed their best in certain lights. Best not be used in budding relationships.

It may be my eyes, but peach roses look very similar to pink ones, only peacher. Innosense springs to mind, which is a play on words between innocent and scent, if you need to know. Roses have scent, not sense… although they may have that for all I know.

See what I mean? Very similar to the peach ones. Pink brings passion to mind, that just isn’t there yet. A bit like a kettle that’s just getting warm.

Orange roses effervesce with vitamin C, only they aren’t as edible as a normal orange. Their meaning could be taken in one of two ways. Either ‘you look good’ or ‘you need some vitamin C’. How well do you know the person you’re giving the rose to?

Green roses are very rare. They give off the ‘I’m a catch’ vibe when given. It is unclear whether the message is from the sender or to the receiver, however, so caution must be taken with green roses.

Blue roses are my favourites. They look like a blue sky or an iceberg, deep, cold and distant, yet soothing on the eye. Just like me.

Purple roses signify wealth, royalty or Professor Plum in Cluedo. Deep feelings come with deep meanings, so think twice if your other half sends a purple rose and suggests going to the library to play a game.

Black roses aren’t really black, just as red onions are more of a purple. These special roses fit in really well for those who mix up Valentine’s with Halloween, like Tom, the host of this site, does. I don’t get it either.

The number one symbol of love. A single red rose. Which baffles me as to why they become cheaper in price the more you buy. Unless they are for other people, which kind of goes against the meaning of the day. I like red roses though, and don’t mind how many I receive.

A spotted rose. For one, it’s more swirly than spotted, and for two, there are conflicting messages emanamanating from this rose. Especially the blue and red variety… I’m cold and hot. The red and yellow variety isn’t too bad… indicating a passionate Summer in February.
I hope you find this comprehensive guide useful. I am also in the process of writing one about chocolate, but every time I taste, I finish the whole box and can’t be bothered with the writing. Thomasina.

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