After three or four hot steeps last weekend, I thought I might as well try cold-brewing the leaves on the chance there was anything left in them. And I’m glad I did. It’s pure rose petal—the way a fresh rose petal actually smells, light and fresh and not at all like the heavy dried-flower perfume rose-flavored teas often turn into. The base is hardly detectable, and I can’t say I mind. If only this is how it tasted all along and not just after a bunch of steeps; it’s much more my sort of thing this way.