MY LITTLE CHLOÉS

So coincidence does exist. Because where we celebrated the launch of our Paris Issue last week, a heated and somewhat stressed DHL man rang the doorbell at our office that same afternoon. ‘I am looking for the ladies of Aamazienne?’ The package had just arrived in time and had to be opened immediately, according to the very friendly man.

 
Soon a cooler with a very familiar decorative letter L was handed to us. The L of Ladurée. Macarons, our favorite. If someone from the editorial team is in Paris, we always bring back macarons from Ladurée for each other, because if you work at Amayzine, that is simply the rule. Annoying for those who stay at home, right? Anyway, there was more, much more. Because this package came from Chloé and to stay in the French atmosphere, there was a mini-Drew toiletry bag inside with a little Chloé bottle. My little Chloés, the little luxury that surprises every woman. Goodbye overflowing bag, hello lovely scent all day every day. I want the whole family, and so do you. I’m sure of it.