
Several years ago, when I first began seriously collecting oils for perfumery and soap making, I purchased a kilo of lush aged patchouli from a popular supplier, who shall remain…incognito.
The kilo arrived late in the afternoon on a Friday and I was so exhausted from the long work week that I curbed my natural tendency to rip open the box, tear out the bottle and furiously twist off the cap of the aluminum bottle the patchouli lived within. I saved it for Saturday morning, the day I usually head out to the local farmer’s markets and swap meets….
I set up to decant several ounces of the patchouli into smaller bottles to hand off to friends and lovers of patchouli oil, then began the process of pouring the oil into funnel topped bottles –
-then I got distracted, yawned or scratched behind my ear, something, because the next thing I knew, my hand and sleeve was saturated in over spilled patchouli oil!

I cleaned the mess the best I could, blissfully smearing and smudging the patch wherever I could, surrounding myself with its gorgeous earthy, dusty essence (like wind through a dirty metal screen). Then I went to the swap meet, completely oblivious to the vapor trail of distant memories I left in my wake until I overheard a man nearly 20 feet away say, “Hon! Do you smell that? Smells like patchouli! Reminds me of the Haight. Is there an incense booth around here?”

I swept past him with a smile and a nod to his companion as he searched the horizon, his hand shading his eyes, looking for the ever elusive scent of his past.

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You still got any of that aged patchouli? And if so, can I have some???????
Hippy or not it is a wonderful smell . It reminds me of the first Asian girl at my school. When we did needlework she’d bring fabrics that had that smell. We soon became friends and I have loved the smell ever since.
when one spills patchouli, one must lap it up and try to save a bit by smearing it here and there..what else can one do?
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That is a wildly exuberant story…love it!
What an outstanding story Justine!
Anastasia… you got that right!!