The perfumes of Freedom…
Among the five senses, smell is the one that is closest to our primal
instincts and to our animal share. Smelling is a wild and free act, a way
to touch the world, and to be touched by it. The art of smelling is
somehow a bit raw, barbarian, and never quite tamed. On the other
hand, though, without perfume I am naked, without adornment.
I create perfumes that dress you up and unveil you at the same time,
inviting to connect with the primal and the carnal. I like it when you feel
a heart beating, when it is moving and thrilling, when there’s fantasy
and mystery.
My perfumes are like me, they are alive. They tell stories and beckon
you to travel, to return to origins, to sensations. I see them as landscapes,
or daydreams. Creating a perfume, or wearing it for that matter, is
like an exploration and a journey, be a conqueror and be conquered
at the same time. To put on perfume means having imagination, it’s like
this little additional olfactory je ne sais quoi that brings magic to life.
Anatole Lebreton
L’EAU DE MERZHIN
A vegetal poem on a dry hay bed. The perfume of a childhood spent
running around in meadows, venturing through the deep mossy woods
and the mysterious moors of the Breton countryside. A nostalgic
stroll on the other side of the mirror, in an enchanting landscape, with
hawthorn groves blossoming in the very first days of spring, when earth
is damp and the grass is lush, when the flowing water sings and the
first flowers bloom, gently spreading their scent all around the prairies.
L’EAU SCANDALEUSE
An exuberant creature crosses the dusty studio of a painter. She
glides along voluptuously among the old leather armchairs, the freshly
painted pictures and the ancient books. The flesh of the tuberose
engages in a dance, or is it a duel ?, with the dry leather and they both
stretch out onto a mossy bed. The animalic share in both mirror
each other and intertwine in a bold and sensual embrace. A carnal,
inebriating perfume, that is over the top, scandalously.
BOIS LUMIÈRE
Somewhere under a blazing sun, in a garrigue scenery so dry it is ready
to burst into flames, someone in love lazily takes a sunbath, heating
their skin under the Mediterranean sun. This is a story of tanned
bodies and ablaze landscapes, of dazzling light that makes you squint.
It spreads on your skin like thick honey on a languorous wooden background.
From the sea far away, a dry, hot breeze rises, a desert wind
of Immortelle flower blowing on your dreamy skin for hours.
Anatole Lebreton
As his name suggests, Anatole Lebreton was born in Brittany,
in the countryside, by the sea, nurtured by epics stories, tales
and legends. At first on stages he trained his passionate temper.
Then he changed to business to sell fine chocolate or rare teas
which helped him develop and sharpen both his sense of smell
and taste. Lover and collector of old perfumes, Anatole started
to write about it on his weblog Sleeping Civet (Civette au Bois
Dormant) and then decided to cross the threshold and venture
to creation. A lot of intuition, hard work to confront technique,
a knowledge of the history of perfume, and a sharp sense of
free and boundless exploration were guiding him. After some
confidential tests he launched his eponymous brand in 2014.
His perfumes tell stories, redolent with emotions and enthusiasm.
Anatole Lebreton
6, rue Chateaubriand
13007 Marseille
+33 (0)6 82 65 55 88
The perfume sprays Anatole Lebreton are conditioned out of bottle spray of 50 ml.
Made in France.
