Menorca

Menorca, early morning. The limewashed houses are still cool to the touch. Essence of bergamot. The ochre dry-stone walls shelter the memory of the island and that of a fragrance, essence of neroli. The Mediterranean waves cradle and invite a first swim beneath the rising rays, whose reflections make the bottle’s motif shimmer. They lead to the salt flats, a paradise of salt, plants and birds, vast tableaux shaped by salted musk. Art and life murmur everywhere, in the wild landscapes, in island gestures, in the trees and the lingering warmth. An evening of celebration awaits you.