Affable and easy-going.
You hear a lot about the degree to which a patchouli fragrance may or may not have a hippie vibe, a ranking system as to how far it it diverges from old-style patchouli oil. Patchouli oil is a victim of its own success, its sublime representation of an entire generational ethos. Its hard to understand the power it held unless you participated in it.
The perfume world in the 60s was mostly mainstream house fragrances. There wasnt the wide choice available now, of naturals, mainstream, niche, Indys, etc. As good as they were, they represented an older era that wasnt quite working for the younger generation, just like patchouli oil now represents an older era. The hippie movement, which wasnt called that back then, and was far more complex, widespread, and multi-faceted than the caricature that is now presented, was primarily a desire of the generations starting to graduate from high school to seek a more authentic, individualistic, down-to-earth approach to their life and living, a reaction to being smothered in the white picket fence aspirations of their parents, the World War II generation who wanted security and conformity and embraced Tupperware, girdles for women, and not letting your kink show. Patchouli was the perfect fragrance of rebellion - rough, natural, down-to-earth, sensual, dirty. Parents didnt like the fragrance at all, which made it ideal.
I have a seminal memory of it. We were attending a university meeting. Sitting in the auditorium, I smelled a wild fragrance behind me - like earth and tobacco and decaying leaves, very pungent, very rough and compelling. Then a guy walked past me, a god. He had long dark, curling hair touched with copper from the sun, a tie-dye shirt, a strand of love beads on a leather thong around his neck (which werent purchased back then, only hand-made and gifted). He wore sandals and Levi 101s with the side seams ripped out and paisley panels sewn in to make bell-bottoms. Lanky and mellow, he floated by - a vision, a god, a ray of sunlight in the button-down intellectual atmosphere of the proceedings - reeking of an in-your-face Dionysian fragrance I’d never smelled. It was a revelation. He was a revelation.
The contrast couldnt have been more defined, the introduction to patchouli better. Appropriate? No. Wild? Yes. Its raw sensuality was an embarrassment in any establishment setting. There was no way to downplay it. Unadulterated dark patchouli oil couldnt be worn in any establishment setting by any establishment person. The contrast was too jarring. The mould didnt fit. That was the whole point.
Fast forward decades later to a different time and place. Everyone is aware of patchouli now and the creaky association with the word hippie (yikes). You have to call a group and movement something to define them, but it always ends up being a box. It was a banal term, the one that stuck. What do you do with patchouli to get it away from its 60s associations? Patchouli Patch. A patchouli for everyone.
Its intent was successful. Its warm, friendly, easy-going, relaxed and very accessible. I find it easy to wear. Its a fragrance that communes with your body aspect, makes you comfortable in your skin. Wear patchouli oil for sex, wear Patchouli Patch when you step out of the bedroom.
Since it was created, patchouli has really come into its own in fragrance and you can find it presented in many fantastic ways, but there’s few homier than Patchouli Patch.
Long may its tribe increase.
One of the softer, more feminine patchoulis you're likely to find. The floral aspect is quite unusual, and gives it that light, airy aspect rather than the typical earthiness so often found in patchouli. There really is nothing to dislike here, as it's skillfully blended and executed. Those, like me, who enjoy a stronger more forceful interpretation can look elsewhere. But for those who appreciate something lighter, this is quite good.
This begins as an acrid, green, patchouli blast with a turpentine chaser.
Turin detects Immortelle in its heart, but this is not mentioned in the minimal note tree on this page, nor does its unmistakable fenugreek sweetness come to my nose. Neither for that matter does the anise mentioned above. Perhaps the formula has been altered.
The dry down to the mix of white cedar and the weakening patchouli is pleasant, but rather unremarkable. It's rather weak on my skin and to my nose, not something associated with patchouli.
I'd advise sticking to patchouli oil, a much less expensive and more concentratedly valid alternative to this fragrance.
Very crisp citrus top notes introduce an appealingly simple patchouli accord of unusual brightness and clarity. The light touch and refinement in execution set this patchouli accord apart from most others I know. If you find amber and patchouli scents like Mazzolari Patchouli or Montales Patchouli Leaves too dense and sweet, youre likely to appreciate Patchouli Patch. Also noteworthy is the manner in which patchouli, normally tenacious and treated as a base note, here serves as a top note. Patchouli Patchs title note bows out almost completely after less than an hours wear.
What remains in its wake is a crisp, spicy woody oriental composition of the sort at which Bertrand Duchaufour excels, but this time rendered very pale and quiet. Too quiet, I think, for its own good. The later stages of Patchouli Patch are so shy they feel apologetic, as if the patchouli were a breach of etiquette, and the remainder a penitential gesture. I appreciate the novelty of a luminous, clean, and polite approach to patchouli, but Patchouli Patch goes too far for my taste. When Im in the mood for an urbane, civilized patchouli fragrance, I turn to Nicolais Patchouli Homme (Patchouli Intense) which is no less refined, but much more penetrating and complex than Patchouli Patch.
Honest, linear, mild and discreet patchouli, with a substantial earthy-dusty sweet side (cocoa beans like), a mellow sandalwood base and a subtle but refreshing herbal/floral breeze, really pleasant and unique. A month came to my mind: September. It has that same quiet, smoky and malinconic suspended understatement that characterises that month - summer is over, autumn is not there yet, we kind of wait for something to happen, days shorten, the weather is warm and pale... oh, well. It eventually evolves moving on a more balsamic/herbaceous territory, always quite soft, round, restrained and docile L'Artisan signature lightness, in short. It is undoubtably well composed, as you feel all the notes clearly and they smell great: it is a light and lively patchouli with a peculiar base carefreeness and brightness which make it stand apart. Carefree but also evocative and meditative. Despite I personally prefer other patchouli scents which amplify and shape better its raw earthiness notably, for example, Patchouli Nobile by Nobile 1942 I must admit this take by L'Artisan is really pleasant, a bit shy and delicate but elegant, balanced, smart and worth a try (even a blind buy in case of bargains!). Quite close to skin but also quite persistent.