Memo Paris - Cuirs Nomades - Irish Leather
It is one of those harsh, icy cold mornings in Ireland: the sun barely penetrates through the heavy clouds, the air is biting, and the dry, north wind whips through the grass. In the tack room of the racing stables, the intense aromas of leather, wood, oil, honey, and amber mingle with the frosty cold notes, an ancient smell that seems to permeate the foggy air. A horse sniffs the air and smells his freedom - the grass and the cold air outside beckon to him. He is poised halfway between two atmospheres - the warm, leathery aromas from inside the fuggy tack room and the brisk air of the icy morning outside.
Notes: pink pepper, clary sage, juniper berries, green mate, rye grass, iris concrete, tonka bean, leather accord, birch
