Back in 2001-2002 I worked for a small shop off of Ferguson Lane in Austin. One night I was working late on my personal truck in the shop. Everyone was gone for the day. The area the shop was located at is a small industrial area. It has grown a lot over the years but back then there was a lot of woods and undeveloped land. I had closed the doors and locked them because you never know.
Well as I was working I would get a strong whiff of perfume. It smelled like flowers. Just as fast as you would smell it it would go away. At first I didn't think much of it. I mean there could be all kinds of explanations. So finally I took a break and went outside.
When I was outside I started to look around or really started sniffing around to see if I could find the source of the smell. I didn't smell it outside at all. Not a hint of it. I returned to what I was doing and the smell would come and go. It was so strong when it was there. I checked the office area and all over the shop but couldn't find anything. Finally I started to get a little spooked. Near 11:00 or so the smell went away but I was a little on edge and felt like I was being watched. So I locked up and went home. After going home I didn't think much more about it.
The next day I went to work like always. At some point I saw the property manager, my boss and my boss's wife standing outside talking. I walked up to them to shoot the bull. At some point someone asked me about my truck. So I told them what I did and then I mentioned the perfume and how it would come and go.
Now I'm not the type to think I see ghost. I have never really seen proof of ghost but I haven't seen proof that there aren't ghosts. The thought of ghost makes me want to run, scream and burn whatever they're in down. With that said the looks on their faces made me nervous to say the least. I asked them what's going on. They told me that I had met Rose.
Apparently Rose had inherited the land back in the day. She used to roam the property. One person said she used to pick flowers. Another said she wore perfume and was looking for her lover. I don't really know the real story nor the legend but I do know what I saw or well smelled.
First, I'd like to note that Rook's research was exemplary! I think he outdid himself this time!
Second, I'd like to congratulate you on your clear, unembellished writing style. There is no attempt to over-hype your experience, just a recounting of the data; a refreshing approach for a first-time poster. This has gone into my 'favorites' file.
While it is nice that everyone who'd encountered the spirit has nicknamed her "Rose," you only specify the scent of "flowers." Are you able to recognise different floral scents? (My dad, a mechanic and a smoker, cannot really distinguish between subtle scents, only strong ones like 'marigold' and 'hyacinth.') Was the floral scent, in fact, a rose-scented perfume? If you've got a public rose garden near you, you could go and walk through it to see if it smells like the scent. You won't necessarily remember exactly what it smelled like until you smell it again; however, scents are strongly tied to memories, and just the right scent will trigger a clear mental image. If nothing in the rose garden stimulates your memory, you may wish to browse a florist's shop, using the pretext of seeking a present for your wife/girlfriend, "I'd recognise the smell, but I have no clue what it looked like..."
Just a thought to help you clarify your recall of the events, to see if that triggers a new line of research.