The flight of a bird. Mandarin. A wing beat, a whisper of feathers. Bergamot. A trip over Paris. The awakening of the original memory, of the essentials. A hint of leather. The murmur of the city in the sky, the frantic beating of a heart. Essence of orange. A race to go higher, get lost in the blue. Green tea escape. The hope of an elsewhere. To escape. Dive into intoxication, fly over the city light. Absolute of jasmine. To leave forever, to return, an initiatory trip in ni. Lightness and depth. The fragility of opposites. Forget to remember better. Eau de Memo. The perfume has imposed itself for Memo as the possibility of a magical journey, an olfactory round trip. The bottle is a destination. It possesses this initiatory dimension of the journey, a threshold between the known and the unknown. To smell, to feel, is to accept to leave a zone marked out, to go to meet other sensations, and to link them to one’s personal feeling. The perfume is realized in the effervescence of the departure, it is opening and abandonment. Memo, is today a collection that brings together eighteen fragrances, each destination marks a sensory epic. “Eau de Memo” is the source.