I actually planted one of these when we first planted the rose garden, but
my original plant died out and came up in another part of the rose garden
(possibly from a seed dropped by a bird). I had heard that the leaves when
wet gave off a scent of green apples, and that was my dream to smell this
divine scent. The briar rose is a prickly devil to handle, and I chop it
down each time I prune the roses - they are a tough little plant! This little
rose and another similar one, the Dog Rose lines our country roads - most
probably brought here by the original migrant settlers. Now many treat it
as a weed! Not me!