"Oh no," Isabel shook her head, "I haven't tended a garden for... well, it seems like centuries."
Taking a deep breath, she had to agree that the roses did smell wonderful. It seemed a shame to her that a lack of space should prevent him from enjoying the flowers he was so delighted with, and Isabel cocked her head to look at him.
"Don't you have a balcony? I'm sure that you could grow some miniature roses in a container. The balconies of the Venetian loggia have them, although mostly they are filled with night-blooming flowers, although," she gave him another smile, "their fragrances would be put to shame next to these roses. If they survived the flooding, that is."