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The incident with the relapse
First of all: I am a hardcore patchouli user. It all started in my youth, in the seventies. By substitution with substances like opium, Black Afghano, China White, etc. I could live without P at times. By a small carelessness I have built a relapse into old habits. Today I'm more violent than ever.
As part of my Patchouli test marathon I have tested over 40 patch scents and essential oils over the past few months. I had already emptied a bottle of this candidate in advance. Looking back my impressions from the year 2011 or 2012.
The Afghan is supposed to be, I think, while I steer towards the big shelf wall with the many perfume bottles. Haven't had one in a long time. But wait! What's that? What's that? The Afghan and his clan have had new neighbors. The Nasomatto family really caught my eye during my last visit, with its tasty flacons and promising names. The Afghan, this black oil, I sprayed on myself then ... And now this. JOVOY. Hmm, never heard of it. Unlike the Nasomattos, the slightly curved, heavy containers stand like modern sculptures on black, marble pedestals. L´Enfant Terrible, La Liturgie des Heures, etc. PSYCHEDELIQUE! That fully arouses my interest. Well done I already know what's inside. An old friend from the seventies. It wasn't hard. I press the nebulizer and the patchouli reveals itself to me quite loudly. Bright tones set refreshing new accents, some remain standing for a while, others are plucked only briefly. The Patchouli is always present, never retreats. A hint of lemon gives the familiar fragrance a new freshness. After this loud, slightly fresh start, a subtle sweetness sets in. Bitter-sweet. Like a high quality chocolate with a high cocoa content, it envelops the patchouli without completely combining with it and gives the fragrance even more body. Amber and musk now intervene and prevent the descent into too dark vaults.
At that time I didn't know what the consequences of buying this perfume would be for me. The relapse into old scent habits was thus initiated.
Today and forty patchouli fragrances further on and always on the hunt for the ultimate kick, my impressions of that time are no longer comprehensible to me. It's worth noting how my perception and taste for perfume has changed in the meantime. Because of my positive memory of this fragrance, I wanted to buy another bottle of Psychedelique. Fortunately the fragrance is not available at the moment and I had to be content with a bottling from the souk. I don't think Jovoy has changed perfume in the meantime because of a reformulation. Besides my current favourites like Montale Patchouli Leaves, Il Profumo Patchouli Noir, Profumum Roma Patchouly, Les Nereides Precieux Patchouli, etc. Psychedelique simply has no chance anymore with me. Not high enough.
In psychedelique I only perceive patchouli in homeopathic doses, the scent is too musky for me, I don't like this hairspray note. Too sweet by the vanilla. In fact, he reminds me of the '80s. Heavy Sillage and long shelf life. Surely a beautiful, a special fragrance, I have worn it almost daily for a while.
Psychedelique is supposed to be a tribute to the 60s, to Woodstock and the hippie era, a bow to Jimi Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, Janis Joplin, Santana, etc. a tribute to psychedelic rock! And Jovoy didn't succeed. Topic missed! Montale's Patchouli Leaves would be more appropriate. He beamed me straight back to that time. But that's another story.