Isn’t that peculiar, isn’t that abnormal, for a perfume enthusiast? I’ve worn just about everything else, but for some obscure reason, hardly ever a Chanel. The closest I came was a bottle of Coco, and a bottle of No 19 bath mousant given me for Christmas once. Used up both, did not replace either, that must say something about Chanel, personal aesthetics and moi, probably in that order, namely that they have a style, it is pronounced, and I don’t get it.
This may be a familial glitch, because my sister doesn’t get it either. Neither one of us have worn Chanel for long, and both of us are slightly leery of the customary Chanel aldehyde blends. The result seems to be that my sister simply dislikes Chanel, and to me, the perfumes are impressive, but my admiration is expressed from a safe distance. Continue reading