African Leather Hand cleansing gel
35,00 €
This Soft hand cleansing gel inspired by African Leather leaves your skin delicately scented with the memory of a journey Memo with the notes of Cardamom,Geranium and Leather. A moment of pleasure and lightness all to yourself. This gel contains a rich complex of moisturizing elements, ideal for repeated use.
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This Soft hand cleansing gel inspired by African Leather leaves your skin delicately scented with the memory of a journey Memo with the notes of Cardamom,Geranium and Leather. A moment of pleasure and lightness all to yourself. This gel contains a rich complex of moisturizing elements, ideal for repeated use.
| Brand | MEMO |
|---|---|
| Content | |
| Gender | ΓΥΝΑΙΚΕΙΟ |
Launched in 2007, by Clara Molloy and her husband John, Memo sees fragrance as a journey, building its identity around magical destinations and intense raw materials, with natural ingredients of beautiful quality. A desire to go elsewhere and to meet people in the image of the founding couple. She, Parisian, poet and Catalan; he, Irish, globetrotter and sportsman.
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