My preconception of Harrods is obvious. Snooty rich people, wandering around, with bags upon bags of shopping. Shop assistants looking down their nose at people they don’t think can afford anything. Doormen with top hats.
I was pleasantly surprised when my most recent trip to Harrods ended in a very full stomach, a new choice of perfume and a smile on my face.
Entering the perfumery, thousands of different smells whirled around, overpowering my senses. “You get used to it, imagine being in here everyday, it makes your sense of smell so much better”, one sales assistant explains how she deals with it whilst offering coffee beans.
After feeling like I’ve smelt a million perfumes, I go back to my old favourite, old reliable Dior. Then, the double ‘C’ catches my eye, and the sweet smell of Coco Mademoiselle drifts around me.
Can I ditch Christian for Coco? Maybe it’s time for a change.
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