A man I knew, who grew up in Mexico, told the story of a rose he knew as a boy, which was treasured by many, where he lived. Everyone called it "La Dama Blanca".
Many years later, now living in California, and practicing dentistry, he wished to grow the rose of his childhood, and began to search for it.
He bought one white rose after another, and while they were all lovely, none of them was "La Dama Blanca."
Several years (and many white roses) later, he found his "Lady". She is properly named 'Frau Karl Druschki'.
So, I hope you find your rose, but I also hope you have a wonderful and fulfilling time along the way.