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Brazil, Make us dream

No country in the world got enough power to make us dream:

One of the main Poets, Carlos Drummond de Andrade described it that way…

"Of the road, my country is a thirsty land

And white beach; my country is the great secular river

Drinking clouds, eating soil and passing water to the sea."


During our recent trip in this dazzling country, we were pleased with our clients to perceive dream fragrances that our “nez”, as well as our hearts, have never smelt before!

Brazil, dance on the samba rhythm, dance screaming of Joy…


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