été à beyrouth

My first memories of Lebanon date back to my childhood. Surrounded by mountains, pines and cedars, we played in the garden by our stone house.

Years later, I embarked on another moving journey to Lebanon in search of my father.

It's a mild summer afternoon when my cousin takes me to her garden. An orange grove, replete with the sweet and yet delicately tart scent of oranges, orange twigs, leaves and blossoms.

This intense memory characterizes my perfume été à beyrouth. Fresh, aquatic, cool and green-tart citrus notes are in the foreground, embedded in the warmth of the legendary cedar of my homeland.