Fifi Chachnil perfume first came into my life back in October. As I spritzed her out of the little decant I’d bought on The B*y, I was in love. Sweet, but not too sweet — tobacco, amber, coriander, powdered rose, mandarin, lily of the valley — sweet elixir. As I Googled my way to the Fifi Chachnil Cute Underwear Emporium, drilled down to the Fifi Chachnil perfume area, the beautiful notes… ruh-roh, something has gone wrong here. Do I like this still?
Too late. There was that bottle, pink, with that cute little pink atomizer and the crystal stopper. Do I really care about the scent anymore? Furiously putting in my order before I could change my mind, it was done, and I had the e-mail confirmation of my order for 85 mls of something that really was turning on me like a high school drinking buddy. The brakes lights for Fifi Chachnil perfume came on screaming, I dashed off an e-mail to please, please, please cancel this order.
Whew, saved from the charms of a cute little pink spritzer bottle. But it wasn’t over yet. I tried that little decant again and again, trying to make Fifi Chachnil perfume love me, and she would for a while, and then the little vixen would turn into the smell of an ashtray, it seemed like. Repelled and attracted, she kept calling me to try again. Every note of Fifi Chachnil perfume was perfect for me, these are all things I loved, but alas…
she had to be sent away, that was all there was to it, if i was to have any peace at all. So I socked what was left of her into a swap package, closed my eyes and dropped her into the mail. It was over, we were finished.
Then Mrs. L. Monger (Perfume Smellin Things) had to go and write this review.
She was back…
the little tobacco-puffin hussy was haunting me again. Everywhere I turned, MUA, blogs, it was All Fifi All the Time. I went to sleep thinking about Fifi Chachnil perfume, perplexed as to why. She wasn’t right for me, I had sent her away, enough other people loved her, she was a Loose Perfume of the worst kind, the kind that will not leave my head!
Then in the middle of the night one night, I decided the only thing to be done was to buy her. First I found her in parfum on MUA in the swap pages and arranged for her adoption into my home. Then I knew that that little 10 ml of parfum would never be enough, so I sent away to Paris again for the full 85 ml in the pretty pink bottle with the beautiful spritzer and the crystal top.
Menopause is a funny thing. What smells good one day does not the next, and vice versa. Everything is changing daily. I have been spritzing and dabbing Fifi Chachnil perfume with abandon for three days now, and she seems to love me at long last. The ashtray note has been tamped out and she is just a joyous little concoction that has me looking around for Pepe and a beret.
She’s one of a line of perfumes that have gone this route. What ones have been like that for you?
You can get a Fifi Chachnil sample at Surrender to Chance