Memo Paris - French Leather

A Rose Affair

What does it actually mean to be "French"? To be relaxed in the wrong way? Not quite indifferent? Or is it the mischievous sparkle in the eyes? Always getting your own table at your favorite café?

Perhaps!

Or is it a certain idea of chic, talent. A cigarette held coquettishly in hand outside the door of your favorite restaurant. Always following your star, understanding how to unite opposites and finally knowing the name of every bridge in Paris...

A fleeting glance over the shoulder. Charm. Never lost, never giving up. Improvising. Being right. Knowing when to undress.

Typical French!

French Leather
Her lipstick has left its mark on the rim of the teacup. She sits with her back to the mirror and she knows who she is. She knows her contradictions and knows how to deal with them. Her handbag, slightly open, like a yawning animal, lies beside her, revealing fragments of a mysterious reality without revealing any of its intimacy. A heroic modesty. A second skin. A diary. Her gaze? Piercing without being harsh, magnificent without being artificial, hypnotic without deceiving.

The delicate nuances are reminiscent of suede and the delicious aromas of an amaranth rose. Peppery accents caress the tart aromas of dark juniper berries. Freshly picked sage leaves accompany the rose notes on their way to the dry wood of felled cedar trees.

The soft base with benzoin resin leads over the earthy aromas of vetiver grass roots with a hint of sensual musk notes towards the impression of a suede jacket made of the finest goat leather.
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