Lalibela Oud Eau de Parfum
400,00 €
When Lalibela veiled in oud, an amazing interlude for a journey of renewed pleasure. Memo Paris journeys are not always long. During brief yet extraordinary stopovers, a fragrance can be dreamed up for a limited edition.
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When Lalibela veiled in oud, an amazing interlude for a journey of renewed pleasure. Memo Paris journeys are not always long. During brief yet extraordinary stopovers, a fragrance can be dreamed up for a limited edition.
| Brand | MEMO |
|---|---|
| Content | 75ml |
| Gender | Unisex-2 |
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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