One of those icy, biting mornings. Pink pepper. The sun peeks through the heavy grey clouds. Oil
When Inlé is covered in a majestic iris layer; an amazing interlude for a journey of renewed ple
Midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze brings to mind love
The Oasis of Siwa, luxuriant exception in the harsh, arid desert. Vanilla absolute. A stretch of
Shams means “sun” in Arabic. Legend has it that the Persian god Mithras climbed into his gold
Fougère, frost, the call of the forest, lavandin, echo, large herds of reindeers, basil, no comp
Call to the moon, surprise the constellations, decipher messages from the sky. Oil of bitter oran
The Garden of Java, a plain bordered by a centuries-old volcano. Oil of grapefruit. Glossy green
Time stands still over lake Inle in Burma. Jasmine absolute. Boats like little palaces. Oil of be
The faint outline of an island in the sovereign sea. Oil of mandarin. Secret landscapes, dunes, t
Midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze brings to mind love
A bird in flight. Mandarin. The beating of wings, the rustle of feathers. Bergamot. Gliding over
Lady million lucky is a floral fruity fragrance. It represents the thrill of the moment with a eu
A woody floral musk fragrance. The composition has accentuated aromas of fresh woods and musk.
One of those icy, biting mornings. Pink pepper. The sun peeks through the heavy grey clouds. Oil of clary sage. The wind slips beneath your clothes. Juniper berry. Morning dew soaks the grass. At last the stable, the wooden tack room doors, the burning scent o...
When Inlé is covered in a majestic iris layer; an amazing interlude for a journey of renewed pleasure. Memo journeys are not always long. During brief yet extraordinary stopovers, a fragrance can be dreamed up for a limited edition. It dresses up in gold and ...
Midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze brings to mind love. Under the waving jets of the fountains, as silent as the petrified marble. With my eyes closed, hands stretched out: I sleepwalk in your perfume. Cradle-me, song...
The Oasis of Siwa, luxuriant exception in the harsh, arid desert. Vanilla absolute. A stretch of green lost in an endless sea of sand. Oil of cinnamon leaf. Narrow ochre and yellow-hued streets, clay lace vestiges, houses with brightly coloured doors. Narcissu...
Shams means “sun” in Arabic. Legend has it that the Persian god Mithras climbed into his gold-covered chariot at dawn and whipped his horses forward to pull the sun across the sky until dusk. But at nightfall, on the verge of disappearing from the horizon,...
Fougère, frost, the call of the forest, lavandin, echo, large herds of reindeers, basil, no compass, pine needles, guided by the song of the thrush, running free, a carpet of rosemary, on the watch, clary sage, minus 48 degrees, courage, mint, ardour... A car...
Call to the moon, surprise the constellations, decipher messages from the sky. Oil of bitter orange. Dreamers, voyagers of the extraordinary. Oil of vetiver. Nose to the wind, head in the stars, the lightness and sweet pleasure of weightlessness. Leather accor...
The Garden of Java, a plain bordered by a centuries-old volcano. Oil of grapefruit. Glossy green palm trees, one-horned rhinoceroses, giant flowers in changing colours, prehistoric buffalo, and bent-backed pilgrims, Maté absolute. The temple of Borobudur, shr...
Time stands still over lake Inle in Burma. Jasmine absolute. Boats like little palaces. Oil of bergamot. Floating gardens and orchards, laden with plants and vegetation, treasure troves of scents and flavours. Osmanthus absolute. The first light of day and the...
The faint outline of an island in the sovereign sea. Oil of mandarin. Secret landscapes, dunes, terraces. Broom flower absolute. Sheltered under the pink and hyacinth cover of the Encantadas caves, all reason lost in the labyrinth of Camoes. Gardenia accord. M...
Midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze brings to mind love. Under the waving jets of the fountains, as silent as the petrified marble. With my eyes closed, hands stretched out: I sleepwalk in your perfume. Cradle-me, song...
A bird in flight. Mandarin. The beating of wings, the rustle of feathers. Bergamot. Gliding over Paris. An awakening of early memories, the essential Memo. A hint of leather. The whisper of the city in the sky, a fluttering heart. Oil of orange. A race to ever...
Lady million lucky is a floral fruity fragrance. It represents the thrill of the moment with a euphoric freshness and sensual floral composition....
A woody floral musk fragrance. The composition has accentuated aromas of fresh woods and musk....