Although Chanel No. 19 ads imagined its wearer as a boardroom bitch, the newly liberated '70s femme fatale whose weapon was emasculation in the workplace, I've argued that it's in fact too witchy and otherworldy a fragrance to have reference to something as mundane as the corporate boardroom; its nature is rooted in a shaded fairytale forest full of mushrooms, moss and wet earth. Scherrer, on the other hand. . .
Scherrer is for the woman's woman — this is no perfume for an ingenue. Its florals are funky and indolic; its green notes, rather than being fresh, are bitter and bracing; its softness and warmth, perhaps provided by Costus oil as suggested by one blogger, suggest unwashed hair, the sensuality of a woman who neglects herself.
Mrs. Robinson would wear Scherrer, and only a few young men could handle her.