My grandmother, Rose, was legendary, and like all legends, seemingly stolen from a fairytale. Timeless and teeming with love and beauty, she was a sight to behold. She touched each soul she sheltered with a heart we all strive to emulate.  Unlike the flower that bears her name, she is not shrouded in mythology, and the memories we shared are far from exaggerated...

Penny & Rose were married in 1937 and bought their first home three years later for $3,700. Penny continued to work in his native Glassport, a small mill town in western Pennsylvania, and chose to work in the hardest, most dangerous part of the Copperweld mill because it paid the best...

I couldn’t wait to get out to the farm at the start of summer. The sound of country dirt road hitting our tires filled the car with unmatched excitement. When we reached the top of the hill, near the driveway to the farm, our dog, Whisper, would bolt from the car, just as excited as we were, to announce our arrival.

When summer was drawing to a close and the cranberries were ripe on the vines, we knew my gram, Rose, was about to make her famous cran cobbler. She’d toss out an order to fetch some pans from the hidden pantry in her bedroom, and like Pavlov’s dogs, our mouths would water as we foraged through the pantry for the largest cranberry-picking pans we could find...

Sugarplums date back centuries, first noted in Delights for Ladies, a cookbook published in 1609. Made of dried fruit, toasted nuts, and crunchy sugar, it's no wonder they've been a holiday tradition ever since, referenced each year in The Nutcracker and 'Twas the Night Before Christmas...

Roses' famous sweet potato balls fresh out the oven with their marshmallow center warm and gooey and the cornflake crust, sweet and crunchy. Absolute perfection...

Inspired by the farm on Butternut Road and sourced from small villages in Thailand, our floral diffusers are literally one of a kind.  The time and attention devoted to every detail is a virtue Penny and Rose would certainly applaud.

This recipe isn’t pulled straight from Rose’s handwritten notes—because, to be honest, I’m not sure if she ever actually wrote it down. But as her granddaughter, I watched her make apple pie every fall, and she taught me the essentials: a flaky crust, plenty of apples, and a drizzle of honey to bring out the sweetness...

With the passing of our beloved Uncle Roy in January 2020, we decided to write a series of memories in his honor. They’re brief in length, but profound, much like the memories that come and go throughout our days. No one in our family was quite as colorful as Uncle Roy, and we hope you enjoy this special installment of stories dedicated to him.

Yesterday, I went for a long walk, and I noticed the perennials rising from the ground—tulips, bluebells, peonies, and forget-me-nots—so many colors suddenly filling the landscape! It got me thinking of all the flowers in the P&R collection, how each unique petal changes over time in the fragrance oil. Most of our flowers transform ever so slightly, but the Enchanted Lily is exceedingly special. 

Not only does your brain's smell center connect right to its memory center, it also stores long-term memories. So go ahead, take a nice long whiff of that fresh brewed cup of coffee or that pile of old love letters from back in the day. The memories that come flooding back to you are a happy side effect of the way your brain is wired...

Want to bake up a little history? Try Rose’s homemade pie recipe—the one that’s been winning hearts and possibly sparking a few good-natured family feuds over the last slice for years. This no-fail blueberry pie brings back those sweet, sticky summer memories (minus the blueberry-stained fingers)...