White Patchouli by Tom Ford surprised me when I first put it on. The name led me to believe that I was going to be experiencing a snowy, powdery oriental, maybe a “cleaner” version of Ford’s take on Youth Dew for Estée Lauder, Amber Nude.
Instead, what whiffed up my nose was a different kind of white: lily of the valley.
Intensely sweet, sharp and a little green, this floral is fresh in small doses, and cloying in large. White Patchouli stomps straight over “cloying” and sits there like a building on your head.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that this mother is loud. It’s an 80s flashback of perfume loudness. And while I’m not against boldness in my perfume, I do also relish a sprinkling of nuance amidst the drama. Wither the nuance, White Patchouli?