Lalibela Eau de Parfum
235,00 €
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 thatangels 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 fervor. The fragrance included Rose, Frankincense and Patchouli among its ingredients, its own way of prolonging the mystical moment.
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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 thatangels 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 fervor. The fragrance included Rose, Frankincense and Patchouli among its ingredients, its own way of prolonging the mystical moment.
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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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