The Nose of the China Rose

This melon-colored bloom is a China Rose.  She symbolizes the exotic in life and blooms with abandon in my daughter-in-law's garden.  "Look at this one here. It's my favorite flower."  She tells me as I bend over to take a photo.  What do you imagine this flower, with a delicate and graceful skirt made of petals the color of fresh peaches, smells like?  Maybe like the wild magenta sea roses that offer their scent on my beach walks?   Nope.  No scent of lemon and ocean waves here.  China Rose, hybridized to be hardy and disease-resistant, has no smell at all.  How can a rose be a rose if it doesn't nourish my nose with scents of tea and myrrh?  Fruit and musk?  I feel badly maybe angry that so much work went into creating this hardy charmer that flowers for an extended time in a wide range of environments but disregards our nose.  Her ancestors date back 40 million years.  I know they don't approve.