Tamarindo - Memo Paris

A syncopated dance of percussion, jasmine oil. The soft touch
of Guanacaste leaves, green as emeralds. The pineapple captures the light
with each facet. Blooms like a flower in the sun of
Cardamom, caressed by a light spray of bergamot. The
vanilla is colored by a faint red glow. Even if I am swept away
by a benzoin wind, even if the crashing waves
turn my heart into patchouli, I return to Tamarindo where the
jungle is an art exhibition. Among giant spiders and happy lizards,
inspiration leads me to an intoxicating fragrance.

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ANANAS
ASSOLUTA DI GELSOMINO
ASSOLUTA D VANIGLIA