I still remember the day I met Chanel Allure.
I was in a perfume shop in Guernsey aged 17, determined to find myself a perfume to love.
I had covered my forearms and the air around me in a flurry of floral fragrances, spicy scents and flat, monotone monstrosities. My hands held a gathering of paper sticks doused in competing notes like a card player round the gaming tables in Vegas close to folding.
And then, suddenly, a clearing in the air. New hope. The promise of a dream. Chanel Allure, in my mind and senses, is perfume perfection.
You can see how much I love it! I have happily swung between the powers of the Eau de Toilette and the Eau de Parfum. Utterly in love!
And ideal for Christmas.
The Chanel Traffic lights say Go!