I love Chanel. I have always admired the timeless and cutting-edge ideas from this couture house. I’m especially in love with its fragrances, such as Coco Mademoiselle, Antaeus, Pour Monsieur Concentré and Allure Sensuelle. Whenever I wear my Chanel fragrances, I become part of a very special group, individuals with good taste and a very strong sense of style. So, let me tell you my Chanel story. It is a fragrance voyage.
My voyage began as a need, or rather as a desire. I wanted to purchase Chanel’s Pour Monsieur, the concentrated version. I first attempted to buy it from an established discount perfumery. Unfortunately, a few days after I submitted my order, I was told that it was unavailable. Of course, I was disappointed. However, my quest for this cologne didn’t end.
I decided to start my pilgrimage on a Saturday evening. I planned to purchase Pour Monsieur at the Chanel Boutique at the Bellagio. I was decked out in my upscale shopping best — black Wild Pair dress boots, chic blue jeans and a casual white button-down shirt. Of course, I brought along my reddish Jack Spade wallet to hold my Platinum and upscale department store credit cards. I was ready for the voyage.
After driving a few miles, I decided to first stop at the Paris Hotel. I wanted to feel France, which was the home country of Chanel. I parked my truck in the Paris Hotel’s multi-level garage, got out my vehicle, walked to the elevator and took it to the Casino/Hotel level. Suddenly, I needed a small snack. I was in the mood for a seafood crepe, and it would give me a French feeling. I beelined to my favorite crepe stand, which was across from the too expensive, too mediocre Paris Hotel buffet. After I devoured my crepe, I felt very French, and I began my trek to Chanel.
About 30 minutes later, I was at the entrance of Chanel. I saw salespeople dressed in fashionable black suits helping their clients. At that moment, self-doubt suddenly kicked in. I wondered if they, the salespeople, would judge me. Would they think I was a fake? A “wannabe” upper class person? An interloper? I decided to kill my self-doubt and walked into the boutique.
A few minutes later, I was in front of the women’s fragrance counter, and I began my sniffing ritual. I smelled Allure, Allure Sensuelle and Coco. I liked them all since they reminded me of elegant and beautiful older women. As I was enjoying my fragrance high, a gorgeous and middle-aged Asian woman who was wearing a tight and feminine black suit spotted me. Of course, she was one of the wise Chanel salespeople. She walked over to me and asked me if I needed help. Since I was embarrassed about being discovered while indulging in my little addiction, I told her no in a small and soft voice. I escaped her gaze and walked over to the men’s fragrance counter.
I sniffed a Chanel cologne that I owned and a few others. They were Antaeus, Egoiste and Allure Homme Sport. The latter two didn’t appeal to me since they smelled too common. Suddenly, I spotted it. It was Pour Monsieur Concentré. I picked it up and slowly sprayed it on the back of my wrist and sniffed. I was in love. Its juice was very complex and refined.
According to osmoz.com, Pour Monsieur Concentré is “a rich composition exalted by profound, smooth notes.” Chanel.com mentions that it is “the understated fragrance for today’s civilized man. The most potent, long-lasting form of men’s fragrance. For an unmistakably masculine presence, day and night. Cooling, revitalizing spray. Spirited, masculine formula to spray all over the body.” This cologne harmoniously blends mandarin, petit grain and lavender as top notes. It later reveals spicy notes, cardamom and nutmeg and finally ends with oak moss, vetiver and vanilla. Thus, Chanel has created a very unique and classic fragrance.
I grabbed the sample from the counter, walked over to the elegant Asian woman and asked her how much it cost. She took it and went into a mysterious back room. In a few minutes later, she reappeared and told me that it cost $52.50. I couldn’t believe; this was a bargain for a Chanel product! I told her I wanted it. She smiled.
About 15 minutes later, I walked out of the Chanel boutique with my new purchase in tow. It was placed in a great looking shiny black shopping bag with the Chanel logo emblazoned on it. As I was walking into another establishment, people stared at my bag and me. They probably assumed that I was a well-off person that had bought a beautiful gift for my partner while we were both vacationing in Las Vegas. But, those stares had a deeper meaning. They were acknowledging that I was a person of good taste and recognizing an established and influential design house. Of course, the house of Chanel deserved (and still deserves) this admiration.