N°19 Chanel 1971 Eau de Parfum

It was a shock for me when I met number 19 of Chanel. Evil, evil and green, I thought. That was the first chypre scent in my life. The whole world smelled of La Vie est Belle, of chocolate and biscuits. And compared to this, No. 19 was something completely different and special at the same time. Does anyone want to smell like that, I just thought, and if so, why? But the saleswoman in the perfumery said I absolutely had to try it on my skin and gave me a sample. The sample lay at my home for a few more years, until it finally happened and I dared to wet my skin with it. I sprayed the scent before going to bed and was prepared for the nasty comments from my husband, which, however, did not materialize. I woke up in the middle of the night and knew why. Something divine has awakened me, so indescribably beautiful, filling, elegant and tender has the fragrance become and has taken me forever in his possession. He chose me, not me him. That's why I don't want to list notes here, for me it was and still is the magic in the bottle