It's not often that I smell something I really feel like I can't live without ... but Patchouli 24 (which has nothing at all to do with patchouli) is a recent addition to that select list. Forgive me for referring to this fragrance as '24' for the remainder of this review ... every time I type 'patchouli' it feels like a non sequitur.
The opening is sharp, chemical, rubber, man-made, smoky, industrial. It's odd, a bit challenging, and delightfully different. It has the coolness of something that's not actually cold, but is percieved so - like menthol (but not, because mint is certainly not a player here). It finds the line of what smells delicious and wearable, and what's an exercise in strangeness, and it dances all around it ... but the oddnesses are such gorgeous ones, I find it infinitely wearable, even in its opening moments. There is no bowing to convention here, but 24 isn't odd for the sake of being odd - it's beautiful, especially if you're open to many definitions of beauty.
It doesn't take long for vanilla to sweeten the growing resinous woodiness. It's smoky, but I don't smell the tobacco reported by others. It's powdery in that resinous way, and there is a leathery vibe, without it actually smelling of leather. Urban, but still uncivilized.
As 24 is on my skin, it just sinks in, and actually becomes a skin scent, as though all this amazingness is somehow coming from within.
I love it, and though I really can't buy the whole bottle, I'll be pouncing on the 15ml size.