I have been away on vacation for five glorious days, and have come back with many amazing memories—the most inconsequential of which (but most relevant to this blog) is my newfound love of Chanel No 5.
The power of this iconic fragrance has in the past always alluded me. Quite frankly, to my younger nose it smelled oddly of baby powder and older woman. But I had a sample contained in the most beautiful slim rectangular bottle, and so I popped it into my cosmetics bag and brought it with me to Barcelona this past week. One night, I carefully dabbed a few drops around my neck, and softly ran the serum through a few strands of hair around my crown. It’s my little trick so that whenever I flick my hair or give a hug, my scent can linger. Ladies, I don’t know if it’s my new 30-year-old maturity or the romance of Spain, but I am now enraptured by no. 5. It now smells of enchantment and seduction.