As a young girl growing up in the South, we spent our Sundays at a little white church in the country. I would sit next to my grandmother, Grace, listening to the congregation sing the 1912 hymn In the Garden. As I grew older and moved away, I always loved the feeling I would get coming back home and going to church with my grandmother. The sweet church would make me feel so special by singing In the Garden (just for me). Now, as I wander through my own rose gardens, it takes me right back to such a special time in my life. In the Garden is a rich floral aroma, with delicate undertones, that will transplant you to the gardens at Rose Farm. It may even remind you of memories with your grandmother.