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The heavy wooden doors creak as they slowly open. Cool air flows from inside the small chapel, filled with the incense that has permeated the stone walls for centuries. Candles flicker in matt golden candlesticks on the wall, giving the room...

I've never been to Ireland. But when I imagine it, it smells exactly like "Irish Leather (Eau de Parfum) | Memo Paris". A land where the wind sweeps incessantly over rough pastures, where rain darkens the earth and the air carries...