‘The dark side of the moon hides a jungle rustling with animals as free as they are wild. They live with their nose in the wind and their head in the stars, in the lightness and sweet pleasure of weightlessness. In the heat of the savannah, they welcome lazybones, men in the moon and dream chaser like old friends. A fanfare of roars, sighs, whinnies and cries ring out to greet each new arrival : no one even thinks of sleeping when it’s time to set off on a Moon Fever. Call to the moon, surprise the constellations, decipher messages from the sky. Oil of bitter orange. Dreamers, voyagers of the extraordinary. Oil of vetiver. Nose to the wind, head in the stars, the lightness and sweet pleasure of weightlessness. Leather accord. Wild and free, the senses grow sharper at nightfall. Tonka bean absolute. The sea of Rains, the ocean of Storms, the arena of Plato. Oil of verbena. Reach for the Moon. Oil of lemon. Moon Fever.’- Memo Paris
