This is the Bugatti Brouillard. It’s green. It has tartan. It’s got 1,578 brake horsepower. And it’s named after a horse. Welcome to the most gloriously bonkers Bugatti ever built.
When I first saw this car on photos when it was presented to the world it looked like a rendering. But after seeing it in the flesh during the recent Wheels Mariënwaerdt | Concours d’Elegance I can confirm those were not renders, it was very real. This car was my sole reason to attend the event, because I felt this was one of the few if not only chance to see this car up close.
Imagine, if you will, that Bugatti decided to throw a farewell party for its legendary W16 engine. But instead of cake and champagne, they built a one-off hypercar so extravagant, so utterly bespoke, it makes a Chiron look like a rental hatchback. This is the Brouillard, the first child of Bugatti’s new Programme Solitaire, which is basically Bugatti saying, “We’ll build you a car, but only if you’re rich enough to own your own planet.”
I heard people saying it cost north of €20 million.
From the front, it’s a Mistral. From the back, it’s a Bolide. From the top, it’s a Chiron with a glass roof. And from the side? It’s a sculpture. Painted in mossy matte green, with darker green carbon panels that make it look longer, leaner, and meaner. The wheels? Five spokes shaped like Bugatti’s horse-collar grille. Because of course they are.
There’s a fixed wing at the back, which is less “track weapon” and more “art installation.” The diffuser is massive, the exhausts are stacked like a skyscraper, and the whole thing looks like it was designed by someone who’s equally obsessed with aerodynamics and equestrian elegance.
When Bugatti announced the retirement of its legendary W16 engine with the Mistral, it was Dutch entrepreneur Michel Perridon who stepped in and commissioned the Brouillard, ensuring the W16 would roar one last time. He’s a passionate Bugatti collector and the driving force behind this one-off masterpiece.
The Bugatti Brouillard isn’t just a car. It’s a tribute. A rolling homage to horsepower, both literal and metaphorical. It’s the kind of machine that makes you question reality. Is it fast? Yes. Is it beautiful? Absolutely. Is it practical? Not even slightly.
But that’s the point. The Brouillard is Bugatti unhinged, a final love letter to the W16 era.