I didn’t get my first Chanel perfume until I turned eighteen. My mother saw it as a sort of right of passage into adulthood, and so on my birthday I opened up that black and white box to find a little pink bottle of Mademoiselle. Chanel perfumes are and always will be a go-to for me. No. 5 is the epitome of classic, and my grandmother considered No. 22 to be liquid luck. My sisters wore Chance every day for years, and whenever I smell Coco I will always think of my mom.
Coco Noir, however, has a new special place in my heart. It’s dark, mysterious, yet somehow floral and feminine; and I’m not quite sure what it is but something about it makes me feel really, really sexy. With top notes of grapefruit and bergamot and base notes of Indonesian patchouli and Sandalwood, the scent is warm and soft, rounded out with a little spice. While perfumes are incredibly personal and depend solely on your body chemistry, just two sprays and this lasts all night on me. I’ve never truly appreciated the complexity of a perfume before discovering Noir, and it has earned its place front and center on my vanity. The packaging is in the same bottle as all of the Coco perfumes, except instead of being light, it’s encased in an opaque glossy black with gold detailing. This, is my new best friend.