Whenever I smell Chanel No 5, it doesn’t make me feel nostalgic or remind me of my Grandmother… but really makes me laugh! When I was aged 5 my Dad bought my Mum a tiny 7ml Chanel No 5 Pure Perfume, which she kept pride of place on her bathroom shelf. One afternoon whilst playing Polly Pocket with my cousin, we decided it would be a great idea to use the pure perfume to fill Polly’s swimming pool. As you can imagine, it didn’t go down well and I was sent straight to my room. The empty glass bottle still sits on my Mum’s shelf and whenever I see it, or smell the fragrance, I think back to Polly Pocket living a life of luxury in her pool of Chanel and can’t help but smile.