Patchouli oil (think incense, hippies, the sixties) is one of those things that people either love or hate. My customers love; I hate. Seriously, I hate working with it because I smell and taste patchouli for hours afterwards. I just finished a batch of patchouli amber musk soap that I am calling, "Hippie Skippy"; because I'm selling at a "patchouli-friendly" venue on Thursday. Then I came inside and my husband handed me a hot dog; and I grabbed it with my patchouli scented hand; and now I can taste patchouli. Yuck.