... civil servant. - thinks Miss S., a 19-year-old trainee in her final year of training for the profession of administrative specialist at the local municipal administration. She enters the office of Mr. P.E., the head of the municipal financial administration, with a stack of copied documents from the last few years.
Mr. P.E. is a middle-aged man. A balding head, strict horn-rimmed glasses shirt wearer, no suit.
He thanks her and asks her to place the stack in the incoming mail. That’s the stack next to the outgoing mail compartment. He glances at her briefly. A small friendly smile on his lips. He returns to his circulars and his implementing regulations.
On the desk sits a miserable green lily. No pictures on the wall, just a calendar.
A typical office.
Upon leaving the office, she notices the smell. Metallic, cool, and matter-of-fact. Reminds her of her grandfather. However, his scent was warmer, friendlier. Here it is cool and somewhat reserved.
She is glad to be outside again.
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The discerning reader can guess that Mr. P.E. represents the scent of Chanel. Matter-of-fact, cool, and fresh. Conservative and enduring.
For me, one of the best fougères out there. Ideal for the office, especially in warm weather.
The linear progression makes it unvaried, but that’s not what it aims for.
For me, a top perfume. It quickly became part of my daily rotation.
If I may, I'd like to make a small comment on your lines about God & civil servants - it's not God who created the civil servant, but the other way around! 😜 At least that's how I interpret it (and I'm sure many other citizens do too) regarding the still prevalent snobbish attitudes towards citizens in many offices! You can almost see the mat at the entrance with the inscription:
KNEEL HERE!
Otherwise, the scent is well described, and no hard feelings 😉😇
KNEEL HERE!
Otherwise, the scent is well described, and no hard feelings 😉😇