 bore the slightest resemblance to Chypre. By all standards, No. 19 should have been my favourite Chanel. And so I tried it on, and every single time I worn it I felt immediately a sense of sadness, as if my heart just missed a beat and twitched in pain and longing for something unknown; my throat became tense with the anticipation of crying; my eyes were just about to cry yet the pain seemed too grave to allow the tears from flowing.

I could never find the answer to this intense emotional reaction. I don’t recall knowing anybody in my early life that was wearing No. 19. Nor did I recall a particular memory when wearing No. 19 (I usually get visual images of places and experiences of when I first smell a certain perfume or a note when I smell it again). With No. 19 all I had was an emotional reaction.

I refrained from wearing it for the most part, and needless to say I did not own any form or size of this perfume in my ever-growing collection of perfume classics. What got me back to No. 19 was a lover. A French lover to be precise. A comical young man who spent most of his life traveling around on a little bicycles that wouldn’t even fit a 3 year old. There was nothing serious about this relationship, and it wasn’t meant to last very long (especially not since a few weeks later I actually met with my True Love). But he did appreciate perfumes, growing in a country that prides itself for making the best perfumes in the world. No. 19 happened to be one of his favourites, and so I decided to give it a try and wear it for him. Guess what happens? The guy decides to be really late, and so a self-fulfilling prophecy is once again proved. And No. 19 just intensifies its melancholy, heart-twitching properties.

Just a month or two later, I use No. 19 as a litmus paper. I smell a phantom scent of it when I fall in love. I put it on, and all I experience is this heart-breaking sensation of longing and loss and beauty. Ok, I may be in love, but I can’t wear No. 19!Once I realized and accepted that, white a couple of reviews to substaintiate my theory (see below), I passed the bottle on and swapped it for Parfum Sacre. I will be avoiding No. 19
bore the slightest resemblance to Chypre. By all standards, No. 19 should have been my favourite Chanel. And therefore I try it on, and every single meter I wear it I felt immediately a sense of gloominess, as if my heart just missed a pulse and twitched in pain and longing for something strange; my throat became tense with the anticipation of cry; my eyes were barely about to cry yet the annoyance seemed too grave to permit the tears from flowing. 

 I could never receive the solution to this intense emotional reaction. I do n’t recall knowing anybody in my early life that was wear No. 19. Nor did I recall a particular memory when wearing No. 19 (I usually beget visual images of places and experiences of when I first smell a certain perfume or a note when I smell it again). With nobelium. 19 all I have was an emotional chemical reaction. 

 I refrain from tire it for the most part, and needless to allege I did not own any mannequin or size of this perfume in my ever - grow collection of perfume classics. What got me back to No. 19 was a lover. A French lover to be accurate. A comical young man who spent most of his life traveling around on a small bicycles that would n’t even fit a 3 year old. There was nothing unplayful about this relationship, and it was n’t meant to last very retentive (especially not since a few weeks later I actually met with my True Love). But he did prize perfumes, growing in a country that prides itself for making the good perfumes in the world. No. 19 happened to be one of his front-runner, and so I decide to give it a try and wear it for him. Guess what happens? The guy decide to be really late, and so a self - fulfilling prophecy is once again proved. And No. 19 just intensifies its melancholy, heart - twitch properties. 

 Just a calendar month or two later, I use No. 19 as a litmus paper. I smack a phantom scent of it when I fall in love. I put it on, and all I experience is this heart - breaking sensation of longing and loss and beauty. Ok, I may be in love, but I ca n’t break No. 19!Once I realize and accept that, white a couple of reviews to substaintiate my hypothesis (see below), I passed the bottle on and trade it for Parfum Sacre. I will be avoiding No. 19
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 bore the slightest resemblanCe to Chypre. by all StaNdaRdS, No. 19 sHoulD have been my favOUritE Chanel. And so I tried it on, And evErY SingLE tIme I wOrn it I fELt IMMedIaTeLy a SeNSe Of sadNesS, as if my Heart just mIssEd A beat and twitCHeD in pain and LonGing for sometHinG unknoWn; My tHRoat bEcaMe tenSe with THe antiCipation oF cRYing; my EYes were JUSt AbouT to cry yet the pain sEEmED too grave to allOw the tEaRS fROM flOwiNg.

I could neVeR find THe answeR To THIS inTEnse emotional Reaction. I doN’T reCall knOwIng ANybody In my eArLY liFe that was weArinG No. 19. Nor did i recalL A particULar memoRy when WeaRinG No. 19 (I USuAlLy gEt VIsuAL iMagES of Places anD eXpErienCes oF WHEN I fiRst SmelL a cerTain perfume or A noTe whEN I sMell iT agaiN). WitH NO. 19 all I Had was An emoTiOnal reaction.

I reFraiNed from weAriNg It fOr The moST part, aNd nEedLess to sAy I did nOT owN aNY FOrM or size of this perfuMe IN My Ever-growIng colLEcTiON of perfuMe ClaSsicS. wHat goT me bACk To No. 19 was a Lover. A fReNcH lover tO bE preciSe. a coMicAl youNG man Who speNt most of His liFE traveling arouND on a little bicYClES ThAT wouLdn’T even fit a 3 yeAr olD. therE was NOtHinG SerioUs aboUt THiS Relationship, and it waSn’T meant To lasT very long (espeCially not sINCE a few weeKs laTEr i Actually met witH my TrUe Love). But hE Did appreCiate Perfumes, Growing in A COuntry thAt pRidEs iTseLF FoR making the besT PErfuMeS in the wOrlD. No. 19 happEneD to Be oNe oF hIs favouriTes, and so i dEcIdEd To gIve it A Try and weAr It fOr Him. guess WHat hapPens? THe guY dEcIDes To be reaLLy LATe, anD sO a Self-FulFiLling PropHEcy Is once aGain proveD. AnD no. 19 juSt InTensifiEs its melanchoLy, Heart-twitcHiNg pRopertIES.

Just a moNth or two later, I use No. 19 as a lITmus papEr. I Smell A phaNtom scent Of iT when I FalL In love. i put it On, and AlL I eXPErienCE Is ThiS hEart-breakiNG SenSatioN oF lonGing and Loss and beauty. Ok, I maY Be iN love, but I can’t WeaR No. 19!ONCE I ReaLIzED anD aCCepTED that, white a coupLe of reviewS tO SuBstaintiatE My tHeOry (see bElow), I paSsed tHE bottle On and swapPed it for PArFum SACRe. I Will be avoiDing No. 19
 bore the slightest resemb lance to C hypre . B y a ll  sta ndar ds, No. 19 sho u ld h ave been my favouriteChane l. Ands oI tri ed it o n ,a n d e ve ry  si ng l etimeI w orn itI felt imm edi at ely a senseo fsadness, a s i f my heart j ust  misse da b e at an d t witch ed inp ain an d longing  f o r some t hing un k n ow n; m y throat became t e ns e  with the anti cipati on of c ryi ng;  my eyes w er e jus t  aboutt oc r y  ye t  the pain see med too gra v e t o allo wthe tearsfromfl o win g.

I could  nev er find t he ans w er to t h is inte nse em oti ona l re a ct io n.Id on’ t  r eca l l k nowing a ny bo dy in  mye a r l y li fethat  waswearing No. 1 9.Nord idI rec all a  par ti cular  memor y whe nwearing No. 19(I u sually ge t v is ual  i mages of pla ces  an d exper ienceso f w he n I  f irst smell a certa in p er fume ora note wh en I smellit  ag ain) . WithNo.1 9all I ha d wasa nem otional  r eactio n. 

I  re frain e d fr om wea ring itfor t h e most part, a n d needless to sa y Id id n otown any for m or size  oft hi s p e rfume  in m ye ve r -growing collection  o f perf ume c lassics. What  got me ba c k to No. 1 9 wa s  a lover. A Frenc h lov er to be p r ecise. A  comi cal youn g man who s pent mos t o f h islif e tr aveling aroun d on a  l ittle b icy cles th atwou ldn ’tev en fit a3 year o ld .Th er e w as no t hing ser io usab out  this relati onshi p, a nd  i t  wa sn’t me a nt t o la st  v erylon g(espe cial l y n ot sinc e a few w eek s  lat er  I  actual ly met with m yTrue Love) .But  he di d apprecia te perfumes, growing in a count rythatprid es itself  fo r maki ngt he bes t perf umesin  th e world . No . 1 9happened t o beone o fhisfavouri tes, and so I deci d edto give it atry  and w ea r i t  f o r h im .  Gu e s s what happens?  The guy d ec i de s to be re a lly  l ate, an d so aself- f ulfilli ng prophe cy is onc eagai n pro ved. And N o. 19 ju st intens i fiesi ts  mela nch oly, h ea rt- twitc hing p r ope rties .

Jus ta mont h ortw o later,  I use No. 19 as a litm us pap er. I  sm ell a pha nto m  sc ent of it  whe n I fall i n l ove . I p uti t on,  and al l I exper ienc e  is thish ea rt- b r ea king sensat i o n  of  long ing and lo ss a nd beauty. Ok, Im ay be in love,  but I  ca n’t wear  N o. 19!Once I r eal iz e d  and acc ep ted that, w hite a c ou p le of  revie ws tosubstai n t ia t e my t heor y ( see below ),Ip assed t he  b o ttle o n an dswappe d it f o r Pa r f um Sacre. I will  be a v o iding No.  19
 bore_the slightest_resemblance to Chypre. By_all standards,_No._19 should_have_been my favourite_Chanel. And so_I tried it on,_and every single_time_I worn it I felt immediately a sense of sadness, as if my heart_just_missed a_beat_and_twitched in pain and longing_for something unknown; my throat_became tense_with the anticipation of crying; my eyes were_just_about to cry_yet the pain seemed too grave to allow the_tears from flowing.

I could never find_the answer to_this_intense_emotional reaction. I don’t_recall knowing anybody in my early_life that was wearing No. 19._Nor did I recall a particular memory_when wearing No. 19 (I usually_get visual images of places_and experiences_of when I first smell_a certain perfume_or a_note when I_smell it again). With No. 19_all I had_was an emotional reaction.

I refrained from_wearing_it for the_most_part,_and needless_to say I_did_not own_any_form or size of this perfume_in_my ever-growing collection of perfume classics. What_got me back to_No._19 was a lover._A French lover to be_precise. A comical young man who_spent most_of his_life traveling around on a little bicycles that wouldn’t even fit_a 3 year old. There was_nothing serious about this_relationship, and_it_wasn’t meant to_last_very long_(especially not since a few weeks later_I actually_met with my True Love). But_he did appreciate perfumes,_growing_in a country that prides itself_for making the best perfumes in_the world. No. 19 happened_to_be_one of his favourites, and_so I decided to give it_a try and_wear it for him. Guess what happens?_The_guy decides to be really late,_and_so a self-fulfilling prophecy is once_again_proved._And No. 19 just intensifies_its melancholy, heart-twitching properties.

Just a month_or two later, I use No. 19 as a_litmus paper. I_smell a phantom scent of_it_when_I fall in love. I put it on, and all_I experience_is this heart-breaking_sensation of longing and loss and beauty. Ok, I may_be in love, but I can’t wear_No. 19!Once I realized and accepted that, white a couple of_reviews to substaintiate my theory (see below), I_passed the bottle on and swapped it_for Parfum Sacre. I_will_be avoiding No. 19