Man of the Moment: My Long Journey Through a Rosy Addiction

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We are driven by addictions. In the service of mine I am driven to Crieff. Roses are my thing. Floribundas, bourbons, gallicas, damasks, climbers, ramblers, hybrid teas and musks: I'll snort all sorts up my nose. From a standing start four years ago, I now have 50 roses rampant in the garden. Thus rises from the base of Glen Ogle the Perfumed Garden of Lochearnhead.

This number, of course, does not include the failures and the poorly chosen, the wash-outs, blind shooters, droopy necks and peely- wallies. And the ones that just drapt deid.

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Man of the Moment: My Long Journey Through a Rosy Addiction

Nor does it include the roses on a shopping list that never seems to shrink, no matter how many expeditions to the Crieff nurseries and how many new roses I buy. This is the curse of addictions. There is no s...

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