I have spoken of roseate Ruby Darjeeling Tea, now (another strum of the Lyre) I sing:

Raw, Wild Rose Honey from Virginia (Appalachia), which only yesterday I received a nine-pound shipment of from the Formaggio Kitchens (of New Jersey, I think) purveyors, which I had purchased online but a week or so ago; which, if anything could, has made my morning cuppa, beyond ambrosial, into something like Super OOTW Sublime.  The inside of my head fairly reeks of roses.  All kinda roses.