I`m not a big fan of patchouli centered fragrances because most of the time they are too overwhelming for me, but I have to say this one completely blew me away. It has all the necessary features to be called amazing: as a main ingredient the patchouli presents here the holy trinity of sweet, dry and powdery shades maintaining them in perfect balance, the scent is packed with mystery and drama and has that rare ability to carry me in a different time and place.
Patchouli Boheme is for me a tale about an enchantress. Her skin is green and glows under the milky white rays of the moon, her heart is black and full of regrets, her thin arms are ending with long fingers adorned with emerald rings and in her disheveled hair are shining tiny fireflies. She lives in the heart of an endless forest taking long walks during the night covered in a cloak made of woven thorny brambles and an old raven is keeping her company on one shoulder.
Usually she returns at the same place at a rock above a whirling waterfall were she lost her lover a long time ago. Her cries are swallowed by the noisy water and she stays there meditating until the first rays of the sun appear through the branches. Slowly, she loses then her steps through the dark thickets leaving a patchouli scent behind, dry and fascinating, of a boundless melancholy. It smells like a soul turned into powder, something beautiful lived and lost, of faded love and isolation.
Still, there is a subtle allusion of a happy life full of passion throughout the dark shades, as behind the keynote of patchouli I smell some hot balsamic accents that catch perfectly the smell of resins coming out from burning logs.
Sometime long ago, before withdrawing from the world, this woman was a Parisian beauty, the muse of Cézanne and van Gogh, involved in a romantic affair with an artist who`s soul was shattered. The bohemian couple went out every night at singing cafes accompanied by their horde of friends to drink flavored absinthe, recite from Baudelaire and smoke vanilla sweet pipes. Then they returned to their small cuddly attic making love until dawn when the street was filled again by the warm smell of baked bread crust.
Patchouli Boheme is the aesthetic of melancholy. An incredibly beautiful scent about patchouli, a note I was not very tempted to wear in such an amount before, but begin to love now. It has a faint bitter green aspect first that recalls the freshness of a shadowed forest, then it receives balsamic flavours which are adding a pleasant warmth morphing into a powdery sweet scent in the end. Beautiful and sad at the same time, like a pair of blue eyes filled with tears.