Etat Libre d’Orange Paris

AVAILABLE IN NASHVILLE STORE ONLY 

A tribute to tomorrow’s glorious possibilities. This is fresh, pure water, with top notes of aldehydes and lemon, a water that washes away the sins of the night and leaves the skin luminous.

* We say our goodbyes to Tom of Finland and introduce to you, Clean Suede.

The water slips over him as if sliding down a marble rock, sinking into the grooves of his muscles, vanishing into his pores. This is fresh, pure water, with top notes of aldehydes and lemon, a water that washes away the sins of the night and leaves the skin luminous. ​
He feels clean, like a shaving from a cake of soap. It is an ode to the beauty of the male body and to the radiance of the natural self. This perfume offers unrestricted access to the immense outdoors, the forest, with notes of birch leaves, cypress, galbanum, and pine at its heart. ​
He is sex, in all its fullness and magnitude, open and erect. Fantasy clings to him like his leather jacket, with suede, musk, and grey amber in the base notes. His belt is fastened with an accord of pepper and spicy-fresh saffron, tangled with a blond suede sensuality on a vanilla bed of tonka bean and iris. ​
This is a man who wants to play, to love, to die and be reborn, again and again. This fragrance is a tribute to tomorrow’s glorious possibilities.

Fragrance Notes: 

Aldehyde, Lemon, Birch Leaves, Pine, Pepper, Vanilla, Ambre Gris, Suede

*Available in Nashville Store Only 

Made in collaboration with Rossy de Palma, this magic potion, this instrument of transformation, could only be made by the crushing of armfuls of roses. Roses with thorny stems that yield lavish blossoms, lush petals, outrageous, puffed-up fantasies, trembling with the sweat of impatience and desire. Roses, red with blood, a piercing note leaving the flavor of fire on lips that suck the finger pricked by a thorn.

A bleeding rose. A candy rose. A rose that tastes of fresh milk, a talcum powdered baby’s bottom, a wealth of sugared kisses. At Etat Libre d’Orange, the Virgin rarely wanders far from the Whore. Perhaps she is one and the same. Warmed by the fire of this woman, the noses have embraced a fanciful vision. They have created for her a perfume of protection, a refuge on the battlefield of love. Defensive yet transparent, Eau de Protection conceals as it reveals. For her, a caress is demanded, while those around her are struck with awe. The noses have extracted that which is most profound in her, the essence of her. They have distilled her honey and squeezed the juice from her heart.

Fragrance Notes: 

Black pepper, ginger, Bulgarian rose, bergamot, jasmine, benzoin from Laos, blood accord, patchouli, incense, cocoa

Top 8 Fragrance Discovery Kit

Experience 8 of Etat Libre d'Orange's best-selling fragrances for the perfect introduction to an audacious brand. Expect the unexpected in this attractively-boxed sampler. 8 x2ml

Discovery Kit Includes: 

• Exit the King Eau de Parfum
• Hermann Eau de Parfum
• I Am Trash Eau de Parfum
• Remarkable People Eau de Parfum
• The Ghost in the Shell Eau de Parfum
• You or Someone Like You Eau de Parfum
• Experimentum Crucis Eau de Parfum
• Soul of my Soul Eau de Parfum

Legend has it that an apple from a tree fell on Newton’s head – and thus, the theory of universal gravitation was born. But let’s reimagine. Instead of an apple, an enormous, fully scented, fleshy Rose met with by sweet Lychee, deep Akigalawood and earthy patchouli for a new scented path, beyond light and gravity.

Notes: 

Lychee, Apple, Rose NeoAbsolute, Jasmin Absolute, Honey, Patchouli, Musks

His beauty would have been his greatest asset. One imagines he was raised in the big air of Texas, his soft skin scrubbed by ears of wheat, his eyelashes curled by grappling with grace against a blinding sun. A Midnight Cowboy lost on city asphalt.

A fisherman without a line, he was made to be hooked by others, to believe in his fate without knowing it, to wreak havoc and forget it over time. Youth for women-of-a-certain-age, stock for late-night parties, a partner to accompany the wealthy of Palm Beach on nature walks, his splendor is consumed in the service of others. Now, a Fat Electrician in New Jersey, his talent depleted in his sexual decline. This is the curse of beauty - it doesn’t last.

Notes: 

Vetiver from Haiti, chestnut cream, olive leaves, myrrh, vanilla, opoponax

Frustration, the eldest daughter of renunciation and the sister of perfume, since perfume proceeds like frustration in the game of love.

  It gives by taking up, a fullness never satisfied, an enjoyment started but never achieved, an infinite movement of desire without completion, without apotheosis, an instillation that excites, seduces, lulls, dominates and annoys like a Bolero by Ravel. Frustration.

  So take a vanilla bean, a garden rose with swollen red petals, some old rum exploding with amber woods, a bourbon vetiver, bring each of these materials to your senses. Frustration.

  Breathe, taste the circulation of the unheard of beans, delectable fermentation but never enough, where one asks for more, all nostrils out, ... "More, more, let us take your redness deeper, and become this animal with the dull mind of the child who wants to enjoy and devour even more this chestnut wood, this cinnamon or this vetiver until bursting, and then to bathe satiated in the poetry of the smell." Frustration.

  This is the love game of perfume, this is the game of love according to Musset, Shakespeare or Racine. And it is so much the better because satisfaction kills whereas desire makes you live by creating movement through the ever renewed distance, so as to never consume like a homicidal ogre. Frustration.

  Happy are the consumers of desire, unhappy the consumers of enjoyment.

  Frustration, a perfume to awaken the strong child in the fragile adult or the fragile child in the too-strong adult, a perfume for a regressive journey to the dominion of vanilla, rum and vetiver.

Frustration Fragrance Notes: 

• Top notes: Cumin HE, Cinnamon HE, Pure Rhum Jungle Essence™
• Heart notes: Pure Vanilla Jungle Essence™, Vanilla Absolute, Ciste Absolute
• Base notes: Chestnut Wood Accord, Bourbon Vetiver HE, Vinyl Gaiacol – MANE Biotech

 

We all have shadows, even at night in the dark forest. You may call yours by another name : your invisible friend. Your conscience, your soul, maybe even your complementary ego. Your shadow could have a name, like Hermann. Or your shadow could be your perfume. This is your companion. You can argue with your companion, you can challenge your companion, you can test the boundaries of your own attitudes. You can debate the finer points of existence. But you cannot lose this companion, not ever. This is your alternative self. As you move through life and contemplate its meaning, you ask unanswerable questions. When you’re overwhelmed with uncertainties, look to your shadow. Maybe you’ll get a response. Maybe not. But at least you’ll have an interesting conversation.

Les Fleurs du Déchet represents a passage to the adulthood of Sécrétions Magnifiques. It is a counter-revolution for Etat Libre d’Orange, still noisy and disruptive, but ultimately functional.

Givaudan, Ogilvy and Etat Libre d’Orange have created a three-fold company in the service of Mother Nature, to offer her a bouquet of forgiveness and let everyone know – loudly and quickly – that soon it will be too late.

Dear world: Do not throw anything away because at the bottom of our trash lies the fermented distillation of great love. The garbage trucks hold flowers that can still bleed, the peels and rinds that can still give. The noxious exhalations have honey notes that can merge with the earth. And there are so many floating concretions, the trash that is thrown into the sea, and the natural waste, the ambergris, mystical symbols, the attitudes of primitive tribes – these must now be reprocessed.

To paraphrase and distort Alan Paton: Cry, my beloved planet, for the unborn child; let him not love the earth too deeply, for it is slipping away.

So before it’s too late, let us (s)pray to the god of waste, our dear lord of leftovers.

End of sermon. This is a messianic fragrance (in natural spray, of course.)

— Etienne de Swardt

Notes: 

bitter orange, apple, lemongrass, tangerine, rose, Iso E Super, wild strawberry, Atlas cedar, Sandalore, Akigalawood

*Available in Nashville Store Only

The allure of vintage Hollywood glamour.  Think Audrey Hepburn, Greta Garbo, Marlene Dietrich. This beautiful Jasmin scent pays tribute to the beautiful icons of black-and-white cinema smoking their crisp, long Tobacco cigarettes.

It is the era of the grand studios when Greta Garbo and Marlene Dietrich magnetized men with a Hollywood look in the eye, smoking a cigarette in a smoky black and white ambiance. Jasmin et Cigarette is the smell of a woman’s skin when she exposes her freshness to the dark seduction of night. A hazy atmosphere. The reminder of a fantasy, of an indelible trail she leaves on a dress at the break of day or in the intimate memory of the man who made love to her. It is elegance seen by Gainsbourg, the woman from the 80’s who smokes Gitane cigarettes and wears jeans and who, with astounding naturalness, claims her sensuality as a right.

Transparency in sophistication, just a trace of jasmine mingled with the so far neglected smell of a cigarette. Jasmin et Cigarette is the twilight zone, the banned, the addiction. She is an icon, the longed-for woman.

Fragrance Notes: 

Jasmine absolute, tobacco notes, apricot, tonka bean, curcuma, cedarwood, amber, musk

The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote:

“If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is, or what “God’s fragrance” means, lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close.

Like this.”

This is possibly my favorite poem of all time. It restores me like the smoke/rain/gingerbread/greenhouse my scent sense is fed by. It is a poem about simplicity, about human-scaled miracles. About trust. About home. In my fantasy there is a lost chapter of Alice in Wonderland - after the drink saying Drink Me, after the cake pleading Eat Me - where the adventuring, alien Alice, way down the rabbit hole, far from the familiar and maybe somewhat homesick - comes upon a modest glass with a ginger stem reaching down into a pale golden scent that humbly suggests: Like This...

 Notes: 

Ginger from Indonesia, pumpkin, tangerine, immortal flower, Moroccan neroli, rose, spicy notes, vetiver, woody notes, musk, heliotrope

perRemarkable People.
You know who you are

In classical mythologies, there were the demigods, the offspring of a god and a human, or a mortal who was raised to divine status. An ancient Greek poet used the word demigod as a synonym for hero. They demonstrated strength and power, a willingness to face challenges and confront danger. In the New World, there were the explorers, who discovered unknown lands. They were heroes too, battling forces of nature to find new territories. And throughout history - scientists, artists, composers, entertainers - all heroes in their own way. New heroes are born every day. There is an element, or an event, or a circumstance, or maybe just a quirk in their personalities that changes them, empowers them, enables them to transcend the ordinary. They believe in something different, something better. They want to change the rules, break the rules, alter the status quo, in whatever grand or small way they find meaningful. They are on a journey, and maybe it’s the effort alone that makes them remarkable. For some, their efforts bring fame and glory. Many others remain unknown. But they cannot - they should not - be ignored. These are our people - the remarkable citizens of Etat Libre d’Orange, the Orange Free State. The “un” people - uncompromising, unexpected, unconventional, unpredictable. We salute them, we honor them, by offering the extraordinary fragrance they deserve.

Notes: 

Grapefruit, champagne accord, cardamom, jasmine, curry JE, black pepper, labdanum, sandalwood, lorenox

Ever since its inception, Etat Libre d’Orange has been an oddity, a deviation from the norm, an eccentric in the world of perfumery.

We don’t fit the patterns, we don’t follow the traditions.

Etat Libre d’Orange is a study in contradictions; light and dark, decadent and nice, romantic and cynical, honest and ironic. No one knows what to expect from us. Sometimes we don’t know what to expect from ourselves.

Etat Libre d’Orange is an anomaly. We are different, our fragrances are different, their stories are different. We value this distinction, we celebrate it. And now we honor our difference with a perfume.

This is who we are.

Notes: 

Iris, Sandalwood, Cedarwood, Vanilla, Fresh White Flowers Accord, Green Tangerine, Orpur, Musk, Ambergris

There's this wonderful expression for addressing a loved one: to say “soul of my soul,” signifying the emptiness of living without one's love. Here, musk intermingles with iris butter and transmits the powerful balm of vanilla, followed by the friction of Tonka against Benzoin. Here, perfume is soul, soul is perfume.

Notes: 

Bergamot, Incense Essence, Pink peppercorn, Iris butter, Suede Accord, Sandalwood Essence, Georgy wood Accord, Vanilla Absolute

A symbol of Parisian history and endurance that has spanned the Seine for well over a century, immortalized in Guillaume Apollinaire's famous poem, which acknowledges the temporary nature of life and love even as it celebrates that joy invariably awaits on the other side of loss. It's this nuanced celebration of the cycles of life and legacy that inspire Etat Libre's latest fragrance Sous le Pont Mirabeau, a refreshing and sophisticated aromatic aquatic scent that captures the melancholic beauty of Apollinaire's missive. An opening of bergamot and pink pepper mingles its brightness with the sweet green fullness of fig, leading into a soothing and evocative waterscape at the heart of the fragrance accented with ozone and a delicate sparkle of incense. A sharp, modern violet represents the "violent hope" of the poem, while a base of sandalwood, fresh musk, and vanilla conveys the oddly fulfilling ache of lost love. Gentle yet subtly powerful, modern yet timeless, Sur le Pont Mirabeau is a lovely, eminently wearable fragrance infused with true Parisian soulfulness.

Sous Le Point Mirabeau Fragrance Notes: 

• Top: Italian Bergamot HE SUSTAINABLE, Pure Pink Berry Jungle Essence™, Elemi HE, Fig Accord
• Heart: Superessence incense, Aquatic Accord, Ozonic Accord, Violet Green
• Base: Virginia Cedar Upcycled, Vanilla Pure Jungle Essence™, Sandalwood HE, Orcanox™ Upcycled, Musks

A spicy aromatic fragrance that commemorates merchants and the beautiful exchange among humanity’s brothers and sisters.  That tributes their open roads of spice and silk, roads that opened the world. A cosmic, mystical, and enchanting spice.

Notes: 

Turkish Rose, Ginger, Pepper, Cardamom, Cinnamon, Saffron

Some of us have known it, others have yet to experience it, but we are all waiting or looking for it. It will come. True love is an eternal beginning again

We are introducing a new fragrance to our Classic Collection . At the heart of the cocarde, we highlight a visual representation of love : the spiral of feelings that lead to the idea of love, while hiding a proper heart shape, the true love . In order to get to this design, we played with an Artificial Intelligence to create movements, based on a heart shape, repeated again and again, to reflect heartbeats and love stories . Around this heart, we played with orange and pink shades to highlight the olfactive signature and mood of this warm, cozy and powerful fragrance.

Fragrance Notes: 

Top notes: Cistus Essence, Davana Essence, Benzoin Siam Pure JE™
Heart notes: Laurel Essence, Orange Blossom Absolute, Brioche Accord
Base notes: Rum Pure JE™, Vanilla Infusion & Absolute, Amber Wood

FULL DESCRIPTION

"It should be clear that You Or Someone Like You is not some kind of olfactory landscape painting. Anne is a serious gardener — I wrote a trellis of roses into her garden, I wrote in mint and wild grasses though the individual raw materials are in the end irrelevant. What You is is whatever you find it is. A scent you transplant to yourself. Synthetic and natural beauty. Possibility." 

— Chandler Burr

Los Angeles. In this, the city of fallen angels, fantasy rules.

In On the Road, Jack Kerouac wrote, “LA is the loneliest and most brutal of American cities.” It’s the city described by Woody Allen’s character in Annie Hall as the city where “the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light.”

But they come, the dreamers, for the sunshine and the possibilities, to this land of opportunity, where hope springs eternal. Whatever they’re searching for — happiness, love, money, fame — the temptations lure them deeper and deeper into this concrete paradise.

Does Los Angeles have a scent? It’s impossible to say. But Chandler Burr knows Los Angeles. And Chandler Burr knows perfume. So we decided to collaborate on a fragrance that an LA woman might wear. And we gave it the name of Chandler’s novel, set in Los Angeles.

And you dreamers, with your dreams — you might flourish, you might wither, but you don’t give up. You keep coming, or you think about coming, and sometimes you stay.

Because someday, someone just might be looking for you, pointing at you, wanting you. Or someone like you.

Notes: 

Fresh