Chanel N°5 isn’t a perfume, it is an institution.
Try to stop me!
I first wore the Eau de Parfum version of N°5 in my early twenties. It was an unabashed attempt to emulate an image of sophistication, that I, woefully lacking, sought from a bottle.
The Eau de Parfum I selected just because I liked the bottle more that the one the Eau de Toilette came in, and I couldn’t see why I should pay even more for a tiny mini-sized flacon labelled Parfum.This gem of shopping savvy was heartily encouraged by the sales assistant, as I clearly remember.
Ah, such were the days…
I wore it. I hated it.
For a long time I did not like its smell at all. If that was the price of sophistication, clearly that was not the way for me to go. I’ll try a Hermes scarf…
Now, years later, sophistication having come with age (Hey, I can hear the laughter from here!), and a lot wiser on the perfume front, I started to circle the Grande Dame again. This time I was not going to fool around. This time I went straight for the Extrait de Parfum. Because I am in the know, you see?
I wore it. I loved it.
For a long time I was unable to separate my nose from my wrist. So different to my memory, so much smoother than the Eau de Parfum, so rich, dense, layered and unapologetically super-flowery, so powdery-soft in the drydown.
Ah, these are the days…
Today I am wearing it proudly. Countless women having blazed a trail to sophistication for me, that I can follow, smelling divine.
Finally, I am in on the secret.