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Patchouli Magnetik
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Patchouli Magnetik by Maison Crivelli is a fragrance from the olfactory family for men and women. Patchouli Magnetik was launched in 2022. The nose behind this fragrance is Quentin Bisch.
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Patchouli Magnetik seemed like a good patchouli perfume to me, but no more than that. From the very first moment, it smells like chocolate-type patchouli with a resinous look and a fruity touch, of good quality as is usual for the brand, but upon drying, I sense a slightly metallic and earthy accord (I don’t know if it’s the peach or the gardenia) that I don’t like and I think hinders the development. In summary, I think there are better patchouli perfumes, although this one has good performance as something notable. If it vaguely reminds me of Black Orchid, but I see Tom Ford better. Rating: 5.5/10
One of the perfumes that has produced the most rejection for me; it smells like rancid chocolate with peach and play-doh.
One of the perfumes that has caused me the most rejection; it smells like rancid chocolate with peach and playdough.
First impression: Zara Home Mikados on steroids. Very potent, dark, and ominous. It smells like the Mikados from Satan’s foyer. The scent close to the skin is a dazzling, overwhelming woody note. The trail, on the other hand, is a cloud of custard smog and egg custard. It feels like the abstraction and refinement of a club perfume. Yet, it maintains this curious ambivalence between a pimp and Martha Stewart.
First impression: some Zara Home Mikados. Very potent, dark, and sinister. The Mikados of Satan’s foyer. The scent that lingers against the skin is a dazzling, overwhelming woody note. The sillage, however, is a cloud of custard smog and egg custard. It seems like the abstraction and purification of a club perfume. But it maintains that curious ambivalence between a madam and Martha Stewart.
It smells like patchouli butter: thick, creamy, milky, and resinous. It evolves a lot; at first, the peach stands out, then the butter fades but the creaminess remains to give way to gardenia without losing that chocolate-flavored patchouli. The projection is brutal; you leave a trail all over the street. Longevity is 24 hours, noticeable right against the skin and even after showering. If you overdo the amount, it becomes overwhelming. It’s hard to handle; if you’re a patchouli lover, you’ll wish for more purity, but it’s a must-try.
Perfumon in all caps. Smells like thick, creamy, lactonic, and resinous patchouli butter, with a great evolution throughout its development. At first, the peach note becomes more prominent; later, the ‘butter’ fades without losing its creaminess, giving way to gardenia while never losing the chocolatey patchouli. Projection: you leave a trail down the entire street. Longevity is 24 hours, noticeable not just close to the skin but even after showering. If you overapply, it can be overwhelming. It’s a bit tricky; if you’re a patchouli lover, you’ll wish for more purity in that note, but it remains a mandatory tasting perfume.
It smells like the gym-bro’s watermelon gum that’s had enough and only sees water to quench its thirst. It stuck to my sweatshirt for weeks and smelled as if it had just come out of the bottle.
Smells like the gymbro brother of a fini watermelon bubblegum who just hopped on steroids and refuses to acknowledge any other use for water other than to quench thirst. Stayed on my jumper for weeks and reeked as if it had been just sprayed.
This scent generates a total rejection in me.
At first, that patchouli sweetness felt cloying to me, but once it dries after half an hour or an hour, pfff, it’s a delight for me. I’d even say some people who don’t like patchouli could enjoy it. Obviously, if it’s noticeable, but the blend with that white flower, sandalwood, and peach creates a super creamy peach note with that sweet, half-chocolatey, half-green patchouli. For me, it’s very pleasant when it dries, especially after a few hours. It leaves a scent that’s unlike most perfumes, which are almost always the same; this is a special scent for me that projects and lasts 24 hours perfectly in my experience, and I love that. I can’t stop feeling this creamy, peach-infused patchouli that isn’t as invasive as other louder perfumes. I usually buy 100ml bottles, but this time, forget the decant; I’m going for the only format available, the 50ml bottle.
This scent generates great rejection in me.
At first, the sweetness of the patchouli bothered me, but after an hour and a half of drying, pfff, it’s a delight. Even people who don’t like patchouli can enjoy it thanks to the blend with white flowers, sandalwood, and peach, creating a super creamy peach, half chocolate, half green. In the end, it’s a special, unique scent that projects perfectly for 24 hours. It’s so pleasant that I forgot my rule of only buying 100ml bottles and went straight for the only 50ml format.
The second time I tried it, it hooked me again. Imagine a red filter in a movie for rage or in a video game for death; this is like a neon orange filter for a manic episode. It’s a flawless fruity patchouli, without tar or earthiness, all varnished and polished, but without losing that madness. It’s a song: ‘Not Enough Violence’ by Ariel Pink.
Do you remember the phrase ‘if you don’t want soup, then take three full cups’? That’s what comes to my mind with a smile. The sparkling fruity opening and the oud alongside the peach ‘slip’ you a charming patchouli, like a prank for those who say ‘I don’t like patchouli.’ The fruity opening and the addictive, balsamic dry-down, right up to that soft peach caress against the skin, mean that if you test the perfume without telling people its name, they’ll probably end up liking the patchouli. Not because it’s masked—it’s still very present—but because it’s presented in a friendly embrace. Maybe it’s a reconciliation for non-patchouli lovers. And if you like patchouli, you’ll love it. On skin, after three and a half hours, it softens and reveals the most comforting aspect. It’s a delight. I’d wear it for intense social nights, and in the morning wake up to a delicate peach fragrance, as if nothing had happened. The line between masculine and feminine in Maison Crivelli is winding, but I feel incredibly comfortable with Patchouli Magnetik. Other women have told me ‘you smell good’ when they didn’t expect it from this ‘prunk.’
Do you remember the expression: ‘If you don’t want soup, take three full cups’? That’s what comes to my mind, along with a smile, when the fruity and sparkling opening, immediately followed by oud and peach, ‘tricks’ you into a charming, dedicated patchouli, as if it were a prank, dedicated to everyone who says: ‘I don’t like patchouli.’ The sparkling fruity opening and the addictive, balsamic dry-down lead to a soft caress of peach close to the skin. If you let people try the perfume without showing the name, they’d probably end up liking the patchouli. Not because it’s masked—the patchouli is there and loud—but because it presents patchouli in a friendly embrace. Perhaps it’s a reconciliation with patchouli for non-patchouli lovers. And of course, if you like patchouli, you’ll love it. After about three and a half hours on the skin, the patchouli softens and the most comforting part emerges. It’s a delight. I’d wear it for intense, social nights, where I also want to wake up the next morning with a delicate peach fragrance close to the skin, as if nothing happened. The line between masculine and feminine at Maison Crivelli is quite sinuous. However, I feel completely comfortable with Patchouli Magnetik by Maison Crivelli. And other women I know have said, ‘It smells good,’ when I didn’t expect them to like this ‘prank.’
I’ve been forcing myself to like this perfume for several months… but nothing. I don’t like it. I love Quentin and most of the declared notes I adore: peach, I’m obsessed with it; patchouli, I like it; resins, vanilla, sandalwood… I like them, I love them, they drive me crazy…. but for something beyond logic and comprehension, this combination results in something tremendously unpleasant for me. I’m sorry, Quentin, but this time, you failed me. It smells like synthetic fruity gum and something rancid to me. Joe, and it makes me angry, because Maison Crivelli has atomic bombs, but their creations don’t result in anything pleasant for me. None of them. Longevity and projection are unsurpassed. Every time I apply it to give it another chance to see if something has changed, I realize it still doesn’t like me, and I have to rub my hands with bleach to get rid of this smell. It’s eternal. Horribly eternal.
I’ve been trying to get hooked on this for months, but it just hasn’t happened. I love Quentin and I adore the notes: peach, I’m obsessed; patchouli, I like it; resins, vanilla, sandalwood… they drive me crazy. But for reasons beyond logic, this blend just feels terrible to me. I’m sorry, Quentin, you failed me this time. It smells like synthetic fruit gum and something rancid. Joe, it makes me angry because Maison Crivelli has atomic bombs, but none of their creations are for me. The longevity and sillage are unmatched. Every time I spray it to give it another chance, I still don’t like it and have to scrub my hand with bleach to get the smell off. It’s eternal, horribly eternal.