L’Eau de Merzhin EDP

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.

Ingredients: Galbanum, Angelica root, Violet leaf, Cassie, Hawthorn, Flouve, Green hay, Tonka bean, Orris, Oakmoss.

As his name suggests, Anatole was born in Brittany, in the countryside, by the sea, nurtured by epics stories, tales and legends.

“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