N°5 Chanel 1921 Parfum

Schützenfest at the end of the 80s. Visiting this traditional event with the mother-in-law in spe in uniform. The spouse in spe also in the green skirt. And it felt like everyone else present was there too, except me. Me totally ignorant of what to expect there, me young inexperienced bouncer.
The event takes its course, the tension rises by the minute - the room temperature as well. My mother-in-law-to-be has sweat on her forehead. She looks at me and says: "Give me just dat Parföng!". Irritated, I hand her the little bottle of N°5 that I've been saving for for months - and fate takes its course. Splashed into both hands and well distributed in the face and décolleté.
My face from that time I would have liked to see.
I got a new bottle as a gift from my spouse in spe. I still own that one - unopened.
How the fragrance smells? Indescribable, I am at a loss for words!
Often I think about whether I should try it again. But some things are perhaps better left alone.
Three times you may guess, whether the spouse of God in spe of that time has become my husband...