Noir Patchouli Histoires de Parfums

I take a seat on Grandma's oversized upholstered sofa. Right next to the thick dark blue velvet curtains that smell slightly musty yet radiate coziness, just like her entire living room. Here, one lingers over coffee or tea and indulges in memories, following Grandma's smiling stories about old times and decades, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice and face.

Despite this beautiful, pleasant association, I am completely torn by Noir Patchouli. This fragrance overwhelms and confuses me. My first impulsive conclusion was: Patch is really not for me! Intense, dominant, in your face, a sillage slap. Heavy(minded!), musty, old-fashioned. Classic, suitable for older ladies, "grandma scent." Too specific, too intense.
But: why on earth am I then constantly sniffing my arm, seemingly fascinated by this fragrance?! Especially since I perceive it completely differently through the sillage than when I have my nose directly on my skin. The other fragrances I am testing in parallel no longer catch my attention; they fade completely away. Thematically and olfactorily. Yes, I have to admit: This is probably something like art. Maybe I have a masterpiece in front of me?

Please forgive me for not being able to rate Noir Patchouli (today). On one hand, it absolutely does not do justice to give it a "I can't decide, so it's a solid 3+ (grade)!" On the other hand, I'm sure I would test it 3 times and rate it 3 times differently. Depending on the weather, mood, other fragrance competitors on my skin... Although that’s probably always the case; a fragrance evaluation is ultimately a snapshot. Today - the scent brings a bit of melancholy and lethargy, makes me ponder, pause. Fittingly, a rain shower just came down. Or am I perhaps enchanted or hypnotized by Noir Patchouli?
I leave the points open today; I am absolutely at a loss...