Kaathi85

I take a seat on grandma's sprawling upholstered sofa. Right next to the thick dark blue velvet curtains, which smell slightly musty and yet radiate comfort, just like her whole living room. Here you linger over coffee or tea and reminisce, following Grandma's smiling stories about old times and decades, with a hint of wistfulness in her voice and face.

Despite this lovely, pleasant association, I am completely ambivalent about Noir Patchouli. This fragrance overwhelms and confuses me. Was yet my first, impulsive conclusion: patch is really not for me! Fierce, dominant, in-your-face, a sillage slap in the face. Heavy(tired!), musty, stale. Classic, suitable for older ladies, "granny scent". Too specific, intense.
But: why on earth, I then hang non-stop with my nose on my arm, am apparently fascinated by this fragrance?! Especially since I perceive him by sillage completely different than directly with the nose on the skin. I don't pay attention to the other fragrances I'm testing at the same time, they disappear completely. Thematically as well as olfactorically. Yes, I must admit to myself: This is something like art. Maybe I have a masterpiece in front of me?

You may forgive me for not being able to rate Noir Patchouli (today). For one thing, it absolutely does not do justice to a "I can not decide, so wirds a solid 3+ (note)"! For another, I'm sure I would test it 3x and rate it 3x differently. Depending on weather, mood, other fragrance rivals on the skin.... Whereby that is probably always so, a fragrance evaluation is nevertheless ultimately a snapshot. Today - the fragrance brings something melancholy and sluggishness with it, makes me ponder, pause. Appropriately, a rain shower just came down. Or am I perhaps infatuated or hypnotized by Noir Patchouli after all?
I leave the points today open, am absolutely over questioned...