As I stand here on my seventh shift in a row, my clothes barely match, my hair is an unkept mess and I’m very much makeup-less. However, all of this has been overshadowed and the compliments just keep rolling in about my perfume.
Now, if I had been blessed with being born into royalty I would personally see to it that I bathed in Chanel every single day. But as we are aware, I wasn’t, so the odd bottle here and there will have to suffice. (Insert quiet sobbing here.)
I am, however, going to go out on a limb here and controversially claim that the perfume I’m wearing today is a pretty damn good “I’m in between Chanel bottles” replacement, and it’s Hollister’s perfume Cali Vibes. Which at £19 is a third of the price of the reigning throne.
Just to emphasise the eery similarities between the two, I walked past my Mum this morning and she just about toe punted me out the window for “stealing her Chanel”. If you can fool a seasoned Chanel veteran like my mother, you can fool anyone.
While I think we all understand that it’s no replacement, just trust me on this. I smell like a florist threw up on me.