Memo is venturing into the northern realms where humans are scarce. An exposed and lofty space, where everything is intensely Russian. In this kingdom of bleak steppes, endless forests and icy plains, ще→the boldness of plant life emerges in full glory. The stubborn fern challenging the tundra inspires a fougère accord that takes pride of place in the fragrance. Fougère, frost, the call of the forest, lavandin, echo, large herds of reindeers, basil, no compass, pine needles, guided by the song of the thrush, running free, a carpet of rosemary, on the watch, clary sage, minus 48 degrees, courage, mint, ardour... A caravan suddenly looms on the distant horizon, tonka bean, without a sound, patchouli, s…
