One particularly decadent Roman emperor allegedly arranged for a such a torrent of roses to be dropped from a false ceiling onto his guests that some of them smothered to death under it

Occasionally a client comes into the tattoo shop for a floral tattoo who is down for “anything except roses.”  Much like an announced aversion to the color pink in a tattoo, my snap judgment- which I keep to myself- is somewhere along the lines of “ the lady doth protest too much, methinks !”  Who hurt you?  What were your disappointments in love, that you refuse to be tattooed with this symbol?  Why are you humbugging sensitivity, sweetness, and romance?  Or is a rose simply