I remember the first time i smelt Patchouli. I didn't know it was Patchouli at the time, of course. I was twelve or thirteen, and in my first year of high school. There was teacher, Mr Cironis who wore this musky, masculine, incense like perfume. It was such an intriguing smell! He wasn't my teacher but i would pass him in the halls and i remember the kids all hating his smell. I liked it - but didn't tell anyone.
When i first opened a bottle of dark Patchouli 20 odd years later i was instantly transported to the halls of high school and i remembered Mr Cironis!
I love how a smell can transport us.
Patchouli is raw, earthy and grounding. It has the reputation to divide husbands and wives, mothers and daughters. You will either love it or hate it.
You owe it to yourself to try and maybe, we’ll see you on the dark side 🙃