“Gently tearing off the stems and teasing the edges, she’d hand us the fresh figs. And off we’d run again, squeezing the sweet juice in our mouths.”
Memory: Childhood summers spent in Thessaloniki, Greece
Think fruity cassis, cherry and fig meet floral and woody notes of pine and cedar, brought together with amber and musk. Close your eyes and be transported to a bustling Greek garden, with ripe fig trees, laughter, love and sunshine.