Infini

L'Infini

Caron 1912

If suddenly a do-gooder or a good fairy stood before me and said: "You have one wish for a perfume, but only one!" And I had to decide on the spot, it would probably be Infini.

I have to agree with Turandot. Infini has, at least at the beginning, a great resemblance to Chanel No.5. But where No.5 - after the soap parade - becomes clear, floral, and elegant, Infini veers off into an almost unfathomable richness of spices and flowers. With plenty of punch, but without any sweetness. Just a drop from the mini (thank you, Chanel, for having it) smells like 3 liters with everything that goes with it. Definitely not a gentle, little darling.
In the heart note, all the flowers that grew in gardens and fields in 1912 are present. Despite quite a bit of lily-of-the-valley tinkling, I am captivated.
The base is the finest wood, truckloads of musk, and the slight sharpness of a drop of civet cat pee. The punch remains until the end. The sillage is endless, the longevity is grand. But beware, not for the faint of heart.