Hédiard
Hédiard is a French luxury food brand. Founded in 1854, it has a main store in Paris and thirty stores around the world.
History
It was founded in 1854 by Ferdinand Etienne Hédiard. It stayed in the family until 1987, when it was acquired by Guinness.
It was then acquired by French businessman Jean-Louis Masurel in 1991, and by Monegasque billionaire Michel Pastor in 1995. It was acquired by Russian billionaire Sergey Pugachyov in 2007. As of 2013, it had stores in 30 countries globally.
It filed for bankruptcy in 2013. It was acquired by Do & Co in June 2014.
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