On my recent trip, Eglantine looked pretty scruffy. As I stepped out of the car to photograph, a lady in another car pulled up and told me her mother was the barn owner. I wish I had asked her about the barn and even the rose.
Did you know that Eglantine has divine apple-scented foliage? And just look at her hips– she's a very fruitful gal. The rose is well-armed, as in very thorny, and is quite a grower. In a year's time, mine reached 7-ft, and that can double and triple. Peter Beales says, "R. eglanteria is a native of Europe and has probably been appreciated for its perfumed leaves since civilization began."
The Bard loved her:
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.
~ William Shakespeare A Midsummer Night's Dream