Sicilian Leather Eau de Parfum

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Sherwood Eau de Parfum

The maidenhair ferns ripple from the touch of an invisible presence. Who goes there? The edge of the undergrowth pulsates, beckoning lovers of stories and tales of moons, feathers and good Samaritans to the shelter of an age-old forest. Sherwood. A botanical palace in which each root hides a tender shoot, each variety of tree surprises by its skin-like bark. Smooth and sweet like orange blossom absolute. Like rose. Birds hold conciliabules in their nests, peeping and cheeping on about Robin. The treetops swap secrets of pink pepper and carrot seed oil. Only the cedar knows them. Where is the coveted treasure hidden? Suddenly an arrow flies down the middle of a path lined with blackcurrant buds. It skims past the birch and leaves a pervading trail of sandalwood oil that slips between the leaves, hugs the trunks, takes advantage of every ounce of quivering air to make its presence known. It points to the destination, leads the way to a fragrance: as generously discreet, as gloriously alive as the forest host. A living plant paradise, where ferns and dense foliage, trees of various species, serve as shelter and palace to the one whose softwood arrows we imagine: the very real Sherwood Forest in England, the fictional lair of Robin Hood. Let's enter Sherwood, this wooded setting with its messenger birds, in the footsteps of this big-hearted bandit, whose memory envelops the imagination like a sandalwood perfume.

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Vaadhoo Eau de Parfum

Memo has elected the island of Vaadhoo in the Maldives as its new destination, inspired by its “sea of stars”. At night, the sea gets illuminated, turning bright blue, thanks to bioluminescent plankton when moved by waves. Welcome to Vaadhoo, a perfume close to hallucination. What would you bring on a desert Island? On Vaadhoo, lost in the Maldives, you have everything you need. A glow of ginger, a pinch of cassis buds to begin. Here at night, the sea illuminates, showing you the path to your own secret. As if stars decided to leave the sky at dusk and join the sea to light up your spirit and miraculously become starfish. You can draw your hopes, dreams and desires directly from the glittering water. They appear as if by magic. You stand near the shore, surrounded by an enchanting smell of vetiver, patchouli and moss, everything silent around you, and suddenly images flow through your mind. You feel free and peaceful, full of new visions. Why go back to the mainland? Fragrance family: Aromatic Top notes: Ginger oil Heart notes: Everlasting flower absolute Base notes: Patchouli oil

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French Leather Eau de Parfum

With its lime and rose essences and its suede accord evoking the inside of a handbag, this scent signs the adventure of a French rose, the one that makes your eyes shine. French leather is a fragrance that hones the senses, as all worthy Parisian women should do. What is being French all about? Being deceptively casual. Not quite nonchalant. Leather that rises up beneath the rose. A sparkle in the eye. Style, even offhand. Having a table of choice in a favourite café. The smell of suede inside a handbag. A certain idea of style. Talent. Just one cigarette. Lime. Faith in one's destiny. Taking trivial things seriously. Knowing how to combine opposites. Knowing the name of each bridge in Paris. Cedar. Learning to hide one's thorns. The glimpse of a shoulder. Charm. Never being totally lost. Inventing ancestors. Well-placed beauty spots. Pink pepper. Improvising. Being right. Knowing the right moment to undress. Musk. Kissing.

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French Leather Hair Perfume

Memo Paris launches a new gesture in Hair Perfume. With an alcohol-free and longlasting formula, it offers a gentle moisturizer for the hair while delicately scenting – perfect for the summer and travels year-round.

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Lalibela Eau de Parfum

A place of pilgrimage and celebration, located at over 2,500 meters in altitude, the Christian city of Lalibela in Ethiopia is shrouded in mystery. Legend has it that angels came down from heaven to build its twelve churches, hewn from the rock, in a single night, in the 12th century. Lalibela is the scent of joyous fervour. The fragrance included rose, frankincense and patchouli among its ingredients, its own way of prolonging the mystical moment.Twelve churches hewn from the Ethiopian rock in a single night. Vanilla. Mineral rocks, sculpted, cloaked in pink, emerge from the earth. Labdanum resin. Heavenly builders driven by a mystical fervour. Jasmine absolute. Mysterious sanctuaries, protected by the frankincense of an age-old ritual. Oil of patchouli. The hum of bees in the flowers, a joyous zeal. Rose. The fate that makes a fragrance a story. Lalibela.

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Cappadocia Eau de Parfum

Here, in Cappadocia, at the heart of Türkiye, the earth retains the memory of an unblemished emotion, a shiver of saffron, sandalwood and myrrh surfaces on the skin. Impressive, ancestral formations rise up like exclamations to the sky. They are known as ‘fairy chimneys’, natural pillars of soft, friable rock shaped by volcanic eruption, the passage of time and the weathering of the elements. They watch over the mountains, craters, plateaus and gorges, over the underground and cave-dwelling cities. The palette of Cappadocia is organic, carnal: white jasmine, ochre benzoin, Turkish rose, gold vanilla and tawny sandalwood. Come nightfall, a purple iris arrives and then the chimney tops secretly open, releasing the caressing perfume of flowers, resins and woods: a message to the stars. A multi-coloured hot-air balloon appears on the horizon; the passengers in its basket sail above the landscape’s varied facets, swept away by its airy, scent-filled beauty. The fragrance Cappadocia makes this a dream come true.

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Winter Palace Eau de Parfum

Design duo and married couple Clara and John Molloy founded fragrance brand Memo in 2007. Both have explored the world of perfume to produce a collection of 11 scents based on places they have visited and loved: Morocco, Ibiza, Ireland, Russia and Spain, amongst others. Each evokes a different memory and is ideal for those wanting to carry the world with them, wherever they may go.

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Sherwood Eau de Parfum

The maidenhair ferns ripple from the touch of an invisible presence. Who goes there? The edge of the undergrowth pulsates, beckoning lovers of stories and tales of moons, feathers and good Samaritans to the shelter of an age-old forest. Sherwood. A botanical palace in which each root hides a tender shoot, each variety of tree surprises by its skin-like bark. Smooth and sweet like orange blossom absolute. Like rose. Birds hold conciliabules in their nests, peeping and cheeping on about Robin. The treetops swap secrets of pink pepper and carrot seed oil. Only the cedar knows them. Where is the coveted treasure hidden? Suddenly an arrow flies down the middle of a path lined with blackcurrant buds. It skims past the birch and leaves a pervading trail of sandalwood oil that slips between the leaves, hugs the trunks, takes advantage of every ounce of quivering air to make its presence known. It points to the destination, leads the way to a fragrance: as generously discreet, as gloriously alive as the forest host. A living plant paradise, where ferns and dense foliage, trees of various species, serve as shelter and palace to the one whose softwood arrows we imagine: the very real Sherwood Forest in England, the fictional lair of Robin Hood. Let's enter Sherwood, this wooded setting with its messenger birds, in the footsteps of this big-hearted bandit, whose memory envelops the imagination like a sandalwood perfume.

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African Leather Eau de Parfum

Inspired by the African continent, this fragrance unveils warm spicy notes of cardamom and saffron over a floral touch of geranium, which mingle with a leather accord to give life to an exceptional wild leather. In this original birthplace, where the singing of languages and cultures rises, I hear a voice of oud and vetiver. A murmur of bergamot and geranium. In front of me, infinite landscapes. Deserts, meadows, patchouli, lakes, oceans, saffron, bush, moss, grapefruit, cedar, savannas, mangroves, cardamom, musk and cumin. Between dry and rainy seasons, I discern a path. I witness a dance. A ballet of dresses and manes, paws and scales, leather, leather, leather. Felines, giraffes, crocodiles, antelopes, elephants, begin an alert choreography. A new song resounds, I listen to the chorus of a continent.Fragrance family: Leather Top notes: Cardamom, geranium absolute, pink pepper Heart notes: Rose, patchouli, cinnamon Base notes: Leather, oud, amber