A silly game, I know, but it made me consider it.
At first, I thought there was no rose that represented me, that I could identify with, but recently I realised that there is one - Munstead Wood.
The one with the velvety petals, not a too orderly aspect, with an intense fragrant, but pretty well endowed thorn-wise :)
I took several photos of it this year, unfortunately not one at its peak blooming time, but you'll have to settle with these for the time being.
I've clearly not pruned the bush correctly, so it looks rather loose. It's still work in progress.
Here's the bush in late May
and here it is in early June
And here it is again, in different stages, wet and dry, in all its gorgeous glory