Fine white porcelain, golden clouds. Wafting grapefruit. Time stands still. Inlé. Tea cups decorated with a horse galloping through mint- green grass on a biting cold morning. Irish Leather. A delicate soup tureen, a nod to the fragrance of tuberose. The azure trail of the Milky Way. Marfa. A pot-bellied teapot, a journey to wonderland. Varying hues, smells, textures, between dawn and dusk. An amber scent. African Leather. A pile of dishes, the mysterious symbolic home to a plume of woodfire. Lalibela. Such pretty egg cups, translucent by the sunlight. Sorcery, giddiness, caramel passion. Kedu. A wolf howling at the moon, the scent of coriander, the fleeting flame of a candle. Russian Leather. Woven wicker, like a cedar tree with twisted branches. French Leather. Golden blossoms, a fragrant décor. From jasmine to a taste of tea. Ilha do Mel. Homeline by Memo Paris, the journey is the destination.
As vast as the peninsula that inspired it, Iberian Leather gives boundless expression to its fullness and power. Continental, integral and proud, from Spain to Portugal, the Iberian soul greets the ocean horizon, that salutary elsewhere.