Granada

Granada by Memo Paris

One simply needs to explore Granada, to wander its neighborhoods to be struck by its cosmopolitan beauty. It entices, and very quickly strikes closest to the heart. Granada is thus a fragrance of abandonment, devotion and pure sentiment, in which jasmine gives itself over and orange blossom renews its vows. A smooth and delicate floral accord structured around flowers that are inexorably linked. Midnight in the gardens of the Alhambra, the red castle. The wandering breeze brings to mind love.

Under the waving jets of the fountains, as silent as the petrified marble. With my eyes closed, hands stretched out: I sleepwalk in your perfume. Rock-me, song of jasmine, take me in your arms, my orange blossom. How dark it is, the wood of your guitars. They weep in the moonlight. What dark hair your gypsies have.

Their skirts make my heart spin. Listen to my voice calling you. Granada, tonight I will be faithful to you. Your sky is above my land, my only light.