Patchouli Leaves Montale

Patchouli Leaves..a look back.
It was the beginning of the 90s.
The wave of electronic dance music just spilled over the whole globe and we in the middle of it. On this evening, we were already in good spirits, entered this club and there was already this special scent floating in the room. The party smell of past nights. Smoke, sweat, spilled drinks and the perfume of the floor cleaners. But at the late hour the air became thicker! Very thick. I stomped on the dance floor and then I saw her..this girl. She walked up to me with her sweaty cleavage. A vanilla perfume she was wearing. With a beer in her hand she approached me and breathed the scent of her spare mint gum into my face. At that moment there was a shot from the fog machine that spread this dry but warm scent over us. It was almost magical. It was still a beautiful evening but I never saw her again. Patchouli Leaves reminds me of that party night every time...the sweaty cleavage with vanilla, the beer,the gum and the mist.