04/27/2020
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I'm in a bit of a pickle right now..
Nothing is as constant as change, after the tide comes the flood. And so on and so forth ...
I have recently noticed that my fragrance selection behavior seems to be knitted according to a certain cyclical pattern. These are successive phases in which a particular fragrance component comes into focus and causes me to stagger from the hundredth to the thousandth. First vanilla, accompanied by excessive gourmand excesses (a bit of chocolate here, a shovel of caramel there), followed by an incense-laden winter. Sacral, unsacral, **> not important. With wood, cinnamon, jasmine, iris, wearable, unbearable, pleasing, experimental and now and then tends to be unbearable. And then suddenly there was an end to eau de altar boy. The buffet grazed, my olfactory stomach well filled. No, that's an understatement. I literally gorged myself on the incense, sorry, I smelled And as chance would have it, a new victim hopped right in front of my shotgun, which from now on had to be dissected in all its varieties. Patchouli. It's funny that I've kept the subject off my mind for so long. In my youth I was first at home in the punk scene before I was drawn to black metal via gothic. So I spent weeks in some private basement clubs, where the smells of various smoked goods mixed with spilled red wine, stale beer and the patchouli-soaked clothes of the girls present. I associate wonderful memories with this time, but this patchouli oil from the (only) "scene shop" in the wild Lüneburg, which was common at that time ... no, leave it alone Incredibly dull and musty. Absolutely morbid stuff.
Peer group or not, I preferred to bathe in the freshly launched Gucci Rush (which seemed incredibly mysterious, dark and wicked to me at the time - today I find it cheerful, flowery and bell-bright) and felt vastly superior to the stinky clubs in terms of fragrance.
Probably it is this late pubertal cellar trauma that made me fade out the patchouli theme. Until, yes, until I found a blind test video on a perfume-affine YouTube channel, in which a fragrance that proudly carries the capital P in its name wasn't rated that bad at all.
I immediately ordered the fragrance blindly and since, as is well known, luck is often with the stupid, this result of a short-circuit action was then an absolute bull's eye. Patchouli from Micallef. I was hooked. Incense? Who's frankincense? I need to know what else Patchouli can do. All varieties, the full range. If I were a famous painter, in retrospect, they'd probably say this "awakening moment" heralded my "earthy period".
And so my patchouli tour finally led me to my esteemed Italian friends from Avigliana. With Alambar and Vanhera I already have two fragrances in my collection that are among my absolute favourites, but with Alkemi and Nerosa I didn't warm up at all. A certain risk that Patchouliful might join the latter could not be denied. Nevertheless, the next blind buy followed on the heels, luck seems to make you careless immediately.
But obviously the very stupid ones are the ones who have the most luck, because I also like Patchouliful.
Although it does not trigger cries of rapture in me, it is warm and spicy and earthy and gives me a feeling of closeness and security.
In addition, Patchouliful looks very natural and cuddly, nowhere do ugly synthetic corners stand out, which could cloud my fragrance experience.
The top note starts with a tangy bergamot, which is already accompanied by pleasant spicy notes. Cinnamon is most prominent here, while the clove remains somewhat in the background. The cinnamon remains present the whole time and only fades away together with the base. Nothing becomes earthy and musty here, on the contrary. After about 30 minutes, the iris appears on stage and lightens the fragrance a bit with its light powdery texture. With time Patchouliful becomes sweeter and sweeter, but never slips off towards stickiness and keeps its slightly tart base note. Musk, cistus and cedar form the base and are well balanced. The cedar is round and soft and has nothing of freshly sharpened pencil. Also the resin note does not push itself into the foreground, but is accompanied by soft musk, which gives the whole thing a Miniprise Animalik for beginners. I think a little vanilla would have suited the composition, but you can't have everything.
Cinnamon and patchouli dominate a well-balanced woody base and create a truly wearable and thoroughly everyday unisex scent, which is probably even more effective in winter than at our current temperatures of around 15 degrees.
I perceive the Sillage very positively, the scent radiates properly and remains well perceptible for a really long time. Even after five hours, clear scent sequences keep coming into my nose. Patchouliful has power and performs with a lot of energy to my great joy. Because let's be honest - what is more senseless than a perfume that I can't perceive myself after 30 minutes? I have a few of these paperboard creatures in my collection and I feel that they have cheated me of my right to fragrance. It doesn't help me either if I scent half of the teachers' room and don't even notice it myself. After all, I paid for the expensive booze and not my colleagues.
I have recently noticed that my fragrance selection behavior seems to be knitted according to a certain cyclical pattern. These are successive phases in which a particular fragrance component comes into focus and causes me to stagger from the hundredth to the thousandth. First vanilla, accompanied by excessive gourmand excesses (a bit of chocolate here, a shovel of caramel there), followed by an incense-laden winter. Sacral, unsacral, **> not important. With wood, cinnamon, jasmine, iris, wearable, unbearable, pleasing, experimental and now and then tends to be unbearable. And then suddenly there was an end to eau de altar boy. The buffet grazed, my olfactory stomach well filled. No, that's an understatement. I literally gorged myself on the incense, sorry, I smelled And as chance would have it, a new victim hopped right in front of my shotgun, which from now on had to be dissected in all its varieties. Patchouli. It's funny that I've kept the subject off my mind for so long. In my youth I was first at home in the punk scene before I was drawn to black metal via gothic. So I spent weeks in some private basement clubs, where the smells of various smoked goods mixed with spilled red wine, stale beer and the patchouli-soaked clothes of the girls present. I associate wonderful memories with this time, but this patchouli oil from the (only) "scene shop" in the wild Lüneburg, which was common at that time ... no, leave it alone Incredibly dull and musty. Absolutely morbid stuff.
Peer group or not, I preferred to bathe in the freshly launched Gucci Rush (which seemed incredibly mysterious, dark and wicked to me at the time - today I find it cheerful, flowery and bell-bright) and felt vastly superior to the stinky clubs in terms of fragrance.
Probably it is this late pubertal cellar trauma that made me fade out the patchouli theme. Until, yes, until I found a blind test video on a perfume-affine YouTube channel, in which a fragrance that proudly carries the capital P in its name wasn't rated that bad at all.
I immediately ordered the fragrance blindly and since, as is well known, luck is often with the stupid, this result of a short-circuit action was then an absolute bull's eye. Patchouli from Micallef. I was hooked. Incense? Who's frankincense? I need to know what else Patchouli can do. All varieties, the full range. If I were a famous painter, in retrospect, they'd probably say this "awakening moment" heralded my "earthy period".
And so my patchouli tour finally led me to my esteemed Italian friends from Avigliana. With Alambar and Vanhera I already have two fragrances in my collection that are among my absolute favourites, but with Alkemi and Nerosa I didn't warm up at all. A certain risk that Patchouliful might join the latter could not be denied. Nevertheless, the next blind buy followed on the heels, luck seems to make you careless immediately.
But obviously the very stupid ones are the ones who have the most luck, because I also like Patchouliful.
Although it does not trigger cries of rapture in me, it is warm and spicy and earthy and gives me a feeling of closeness and security.
In addition, Patchouliful looks very natural and cuddly, nowhere do ugly synthetic corners stand out, which could cloud my fragrance experience.
The top note starts with a tangy bergamot, which is already accompanied by pleasant spicy notes. Cinnamon is most prominent here, while the clove remains somewhat in the background. The cinnamon remains present the whole time and only fades away together with the base. Nothing becomes earthy and musty here, on the contrary. After about 30 minutes, the iris appears on stage and lightens the fragrance a bit with its light powdery texture. With time Patchouliful becomes sweeter and sweeter, but never slips off towards stickiness and keeps its slightly tart base note. Musk, cistus and cedar form the base and are well balanced. The cedar is round and soft and has nothing of freshly sharpened pencil. Also the resin note does not push itself into the foreground, but is accompanied by soft musk, which gives the whole thing a Miniprise Animalik for beginners. I think a little vanilla would have suited the composition, but you can't have everything.
Cinnamon and patchouli dominate a well-balanced woody base and create a truly wearable and thoroughly everyday unisex scent, which is probably even more effective in winter than at our current temperatures of around 15 degrees.
I perceive the Sillage very positively, the scent radiates properly and remains well perceptible for a really long time. Even after five hours, clear scent sequences keep coming into my nose. Patchouliful has power and performs with a lot of energy to my great joy. Because let's be honest - what is more senseless than a perfume that I can't perceive myself after 30 minutes? I have a few of these paperboard creatures in my collection and I feel that they have cheated me of my right to fragrance. It doesn't help me either if I scent half of the teachers' room and don't even notice it myself. After all, I paid for the expensive booze and not my colleagues.
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