Patchouli 1969 Maître Parfumeur et Gantier 2019

First of all, I've been a Patchouli fan since the late seventies. At that time it was the pure patchouli oil from the poster shop that was often frowned upon here, the hippie patch, in between then premium colognes with patch parts from various perfumeries and today, freshly fixed since about a year, I hunt down all niche perfumes that, due to their name or their fragrance pyramid, suggest a substantial share of the beloved fabric. In the last 12 months I've certainly tested well over 50 perfumes and essential oils - from Devil's Kitchen and Lush to Reminiscence to Il Profumo and Profumum Roma - and I must say that the cheap patch oils are not necessarily of poor quality.
Anyway, I recently stumbled across one or the other new patch scent while browsing. Patchouli 1969 sounds like music to my ears. Jimi Hendrix, Grace Slick, the Doors, Ten Years After, Janis Joplin and Santana appear to me right in front of my mind's eye, not to mention the sound swaths that completely envelop me and make me float gently into the roundhouse in London of that time. Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun I still enjoy to the fullest before I remember that little rehearsal again and take a picture of it. Immediately I stand again in the cold LED light of our time and wear a shiny white shirt. The smell of fresh, clean laundry penetrates my nose. As I take a closer look, I can see dark spots, green or brown, rather small sprinkles, in the beginning at least, from which a strange, herbaceous, almost medical smell emanates. Must have stained me a bit, with Maggi possibly ... Anyway, the shirt goes right into the laundry. From my loudspeakers Floyds Ummagumma booms.
Once again, you've fallen for such a promising name of a perfume as Jovoys Psychodelique did once before. Both perfumes are supposed to be a tribute to this time with the most wonderful music. Far from it! For me it only smells like fresh laundry (or white musk) with a little herbaceous Indonesian patchouli. Pretty boring. And that's how it stays