Herbal. Earthy. Rich.
Patchouli smells like the death of a forest.
The fleeting transition from summer to fall.
Warm, seductive and mysterious.
Sweet decaying leaves on the damp forest floor.
Hints of soft booziness - like over ripened berries, still clinging to the vine. The threshold between life and death.
Slight floral in the dry down- providing one last glimpse of summer love.