Conard & Jones: New Floral Guide - 1920
Burbank. One of Luther Burbank’s productions and an excellent Rose. Flowers 3 to 3 1/2 inches across, double and sweet; bright rose-pink, shading to silver-rose. Almost identical with the famous, continuous-blooming Beauty of Rosemawr.

In its first year of life here [USDA zone 9a], Beauty Of Rosmawr has not been without blooms from the beginning of October until now, the day before winter, with more buds forming and no sign of deceleration yet.
The plant went in last mid-August and is now 9 months old. It responds very fast to any extra nourishment given it in case of slight deficiency and has attained a height of 1.6m - about 5' 6"- in heavy grey clay soil under the east eaves of the house and partly shaded by a liquidamber in summer. Protected from the searing afternoon sun there, Beauty of Rosmawr showed no change of disposition through the worst of the heat and dry of our fairly brutal summer [all the young roses were watered]. So far it has shown no sign of blackspot, but there have been hints of powdery mildew as the weather has got cooler and moister. A mixture of potassium bicarbonate [‘Eco-fungicide’], olive oil, dishwashing liquid and water stopped that in its tracks.

The blooms bend their narrow, smooth stems over and so bow their heads and look like fluted bells with their thin, flimsy petals, almost all of which fall off when the bloom is spent. The perfume scents the area around the front verandah.

It has an airy, gently branching habit. This, coupled with the small, smooth, semi-matte foliage and the blooms' moderate proportions of 7-8cm [nearly 3 inches] broad, makes for a delicately lovely effect that reminds me of Mutabilis yet is here less dense. I'd love to put in a whole row of this rose, with blue lavender under it to harmonise with the purplish- magenta blooms, and some kind of tallish thin biannuals or similar with small white to mid-pink blooms. It would look like stemless spangles of different colours dancing above clouds.

If this were the only rose I had, I’d still be completely delighted. 50 times a day I’m grateful for its existence. Photos don’t do it justice at all.