I don’t know what it is about it, but there is a girl that works at the coffee shop in town and every once in a while she puts on a little patchouli oil. She doesn’t use an obnoxious amount, just a little touch. When I walk into the shop, I smell it and know she’s there, and it’s comforting.
I kinda like the smell of it, then again I like the smell of crude oil too.