NO. 11 | YELLOW ROSE

She’s beauty. She’s grace. She’s Miss cross me and I’ll punch you in the face.

Texas women are a different breed. Raised on thank-you notes and proper posture, armed with enough grit, nerve, and side-eye to make a grown man rethink his choices. Polite doesn’t mean passive. Sweet doesn’t mean soft. Whatever needs doing, a Texas girl gets it done, usually faster and better than expected.

Yellow Rose opens bright and sharp, limoncello and orange rind flashing like a warning smile. Lavender keeps it cool. Shaved cinnamon adds heat. Then the rose shows up, heady, unapologetic, standing its ground. Red patchouli and sandalwood bring the weight. The backbone. The don’t-mistake-me finish.

This is not a wallflower. This is a legacy.

Here’s to every Yellow Rose.
Kickers of ass.
Takers of names.

Praise be.

PLAYLIST VIBE: Tanya Tucker