The opening is dry, almost medicinal, then a grand and exotic symphony of dark, chewy sweetness and fresh-tilled earth appear and it is pure, mesmerizing, exotic, no-holds barred, patchouli splendor from that point on. This feels forbidden and irresistible, like an antique trunk full of contraband – but it also has the lush, damp greeness of the forest floor. All of the complexities and contradictions of this enigmatic note are gloriously present. If you hate patchouli, this will not be your cup of tea. But if you love it, rejoice, this is one of the most fabulous renditions we have ever encountered. It's the patchouliest!