I dutifully doused myself in the stuff, triggering an immediate assault on my own sensitive nasal passages. I hated it, but it was too late. Upon my return to the dinner table, my dad told me that I smelled like his mother, who’s 80, terrifyingly bitter, and smokes two packs of Virginia Slims a day. Not the best look.
— Rachel Krause writes about her changing attitude towards Chanel No. 5 in An Unironic Ode to ‘Old Lady’ Perfumes—and Why They’re Worth a Try at StyleCaster.