ode to cbihateperfume patchouli:
well, no -- i'll not start singing or rhyming -- but here is my experience of wearing cbihateperfume patchouli empire: it is, quite simply, spectacular in a serenely and inescapably seductive way. after so many years of loving patchouli -- here is *the* one -- the masterpiece -- the one that blows all others out of the water in a quiet storm. quiet, because patchouli empire is not loud or aggressive or anything like that. it is muted and comforting like trees and rocks and earth and walking in the woods, like the browns and greens of leaves turning in october. there is nothing angular here, nothing sharp, nothing overpowering. all is rounded and quietly inviting.
that said, it is also sort of strange. patchouli empire starts out demure and earthy, with hints of cedar (or pine) -- tree-sap of a needle-tree, anyhow. but soft tree-sap. tree-sap of a very large pine standing in the sun, sap running from a cut in a branch, perhaps. that kind of smell. and earth (here's the patchouli) -- but again, it is muted, and unobtrusive, and whispering its message rather than shouting it. and soon there is a skin-note as well -- i mean, yes, *that* kind of note: erotic. hot. seductive.
the fragrance dries down to whispers of wood and earth beckoning -- pan would smell like this, an elfen king (or queen) intent on ravishing you in the underbrush (and you willing and eager) -- *this* would be their skin scent. and it would be left on your body afterwards along with some brown, dried leaves in your hair and you longing for more.
the scent lasts well. and all the while i get these whiffs of smell that make me think: trees? skin? whose?
this description is for the absolute. it has a marvelous consistency in and of itself. a light oily substance that glides on and is easily spread with your fingers (nothing thick and cloying here, either).
and that's it. now go and try it. to be had at www.cbihateperfume.com .