These roses are named Ingrid Bergman.

The deer eat most of them, but they left these.

When they are buds they are a deep wine color.

When they open the red is so intense that even on a cloudy day the camera fails to capture the color completely.

It is the color of passion not blood.

There is no negotiating with it.

It is Ingrid Bergman red and would look perilous next to her pale cheek.