Kedu Memo Paris

Sesame and grapefruit come together and merge like the landscape that inspired them, the high plain of Kedu. Nestled on the island of Java, at the heart of Indonesia, this land is fertile, luxuriant and volcanic in one. The generosity of nature and the eruptive proximity of the Merapi volcano resound in echo, just like the promise of sesame and the burst of grapefruit answer one another. The same vitality, the same vigorous energy flows from one to the other, giving the composition all of its depth and breadth. The Garden of Java, a plain bordered by a centuries-old volcano. Oil of grapefruit. Glossy green palm trees, one-horned rhinoceroses, giant flowers in changing colours, prehistoric buffalo, and bent-backed pilgrims, Maté absolute. The temple of Borobudur, shrouded in mist, rises up like a lotus blossom. White musk. Its flaming domes, the vital force of sesame seeds, a release from the yoke of passion. Rose-peony iris accord. Kedu, enchantment, dizziness, passion.