




Maamoul Mon Amour
Eau de Parfum
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The Story
Pressed into a carved mould, and the pattern survives the oven.
The dough is fine semolina and melted butter, worked with orange blossom or rose water, and it crumbles the right way, then filled with date paste, crushed pistachio or spiced walnut. A ball of it goes into a tâbe, a wooden mould cut with geometric and floral patterns, and bakes gold with the carving still on it. Kitchens across Lebanon fill on the eve of Eid and the big family days, generations at the table kneading the dough and weighing out the dates.
Guaiac wood runs dry underneath, vetiver green and rooty beside it, amyris warm and faintly resinous. White musk and a little caramel sit under all that. Dates and pistachio bring the fruit and the fat. Walnut, black sesame and nutmeg go spiced, and piri piri puts a real heat in that the sweetness never quite covers.
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