Acres of words have probably been written by now about the only thing Marilyn Monroe allegedly wore in bed. This is a perfume which, love it or hate it, signifies a woman rather than a girl. Keira may swan about on a moped but the Chanel No 5 woman has a chauffeur.
Less prosaically, the perfume is described as ‘floral-aldehydic – a bouquet of abstract flowers with an indefinable feminitity”. It does have a strangely sweet top note which I took a while to get used to. And The Husband does drive us to Tesco occasionally. Spoiled, moi?
For those lost in blokedom come 4:45 pm on Christmas Eve, just head to the Chanel counter. You won’t go far wrong. Better that than another black/red lingerie item that even David Blaine would take a week to get out of.