(Your Chexy must run this post again.)
People, I’m begging you, please stop wearing patchouli! To put it in the most polite terms possible — it fucking stinks!
This vile substance is made from the patchouli herb of the mint family, originally cultivated in the bowels of Hell. It is made by distillation and fermentation — and I’m sure numerous lives are sacrificed in the process.
Hippies used the oil as perfume in the ’60s and ’70s, no doubt as a fly repellant — for which it’s also used, and you know flies like shit, but won’t go near patchouli. In some Asian countries, they use it as a venomous snakebite antidote — it’ll even kill poison! The Chinese use it to treat nausea, but it never fails to induce mine.
Now they’re adding it to new designer perfumes — because you want to enhance your allure by smelling like bug killer and an old hippie, and by causing asphyxiation, don’t you?
Here’s a handy guide to some of the perfumes containing this horror: J’ai Osé Guy Laroche, Pasha Cartier, Héritage end Habit Rouge Guerlain, Pleasures Estée Lauder, Initiation Molyneux, Eternity Calvin Klein, Miss Dior Christian Dior, Miss Balmain Pierre Balmain, Magie Noir Lancôme, Shalimar and Black Cashmere by Donna Karan.
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