He walks past you emotionlessly, dark but not frightening: The first cloud that envelops you is dark - heavy, damp patchouli like wet asphalt in a rainy alley. A hint of leather, as if he just set his jacket aside. But as soon as you breathe deeper, a warmth rises - amber, soft like his voice when he speaks of the one. Vanilla glows like candlelight in a small apartment he has never forgotten. Beneath it all lies something earthy, enduring - like the ground of a cemetery that still nourishes life. Here, nothing smells solely of sorrow. Here, love burns like embers beneath ash, quietly, but immortally.
It is the scent of a man who walks through darkness but still carries warmth within - and who never lets it go.
Very nice description for a truly great patchouli scent.