The European Journal of Medicinal Chemistry is a peer-reviewed scientific journal for medicinal chemistry. It started in 1966 under the title Chimica Therapeutica (CODEN CHTPBA). This name was maintained until 1973 and in 1974 it changed to its current title. From 1974 to 1981 the journal was still subtitled as Chimica Therapeutica; from 1982 to 1986 the subtitle was Chimie Therapeutique, indicating its French origin.
The Journal publishes studies on all aspects of medicinal chemistry: organic synthesis; biological behavior; pharmacological activity; drug design; QSAR; molecular modeling; drug-receptor interactions; molecular aspects of drug metabolism; prodrug synthesis and drug targeting. The journal welcomes papers from any country, Europe, North America or otherwise, and provides a medium for publication of original papers, laboratory notes, short or preliminary communications, and invited reviews.
The European Journal of Medicinal Chemistry is published by Elsevier.
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