Friday, 14 January 2011

Me and my Patchouli..

My signature aroma has always been Patchouli otherwise known as Pogostemon Patchouli, the popular incensey scent of the 1960's, which carries for some the nostalgia of our youth, whilst for others it simply smells awful.
 It's the Marmite of perfumes, you either love it or hate it.. and I love it..
The other thing about it is, that it improves with age, which is something I like to think that Mr Patchouli and I both have in common

When I was about 13 I started wearing it, I would say that my early introduction to it was through my dad, who aquainted me with it's spiritual uses through his pagan religious beliefs, he told me of its abilty to draw the opposite sex, it's sensuality, and it's powers of warding off negativity and evil, and said that by burning it I would attract prosperity and open myself up to the possibilities of clairvoyance and divination.

My Dad
the lingering breeze of you, your wisdom, your weaknesses, your beautiful charm, I smell you, I am comforted for I am not alone, it's all about the trace, it's all about the memories.

I think its earthy smell is all about the wearer, it's about living outside the box, and daring to stand out, it's inexpensive and you don't wear it with designer clothing, it's non-materialistic it's anti establishment, it's rebellious, it's creative.... it's lalala wooo


  1. pat our ooli on the head oooh lalala xxx

  2. it's all about the trace... it's all about the memories...