We've all got a go-to fragrance or two, with many of us opting for one of the best perfumes of all time as a dressing table staple. But fragrance is a luxury and many popular scents carry a hefty price tag, so when it comes to getting a replacement you might be considering seeking out a more affordable option. It's not always easy, however, and finding the perfect perfume dupe can be a difficult job, as the difference between cheap and expensive perfumes isn't always obvious, and cheaper options aren't usually the best long-lasting perfumes.

Again, hundreds of women (and me) think it smells exactly like Boss Orange, but just doesn’t last as long – so it’s honestly a no brainer. Because I think a little sensuality is also part of buying perfume. Buying perfume from Lidl, putting it ice cold next to the minced beef... well, I don't know. Unfortunately, I also have a distinct pragmatic side, dear saving, arithmetic, accounting. Suddenly-Madame Glamour' was his reputation, his Sillage, far ahead. Everybody's got it, everybody knows it. "You know what?" "Insider tip!" "Smells like... For me Madame Glamour is the frozen, somewhat crampy smiling, plastic jewelled wax doll double dressed in polyester silk, a tender, light-footed, flirtatious, elegant, glamorous Audrey Hepburn. At first sight you don't notice anything, but the charm is missing.But I don't think it's so really pungent, the scent is not strong enough for that. Unless you spray it in the nose So the reality is, it really does smell EXACTLY like Chanel No. 5, but only lasts about five hours unlike the real thing. For me, it’s hard to justify paying out for the real bottle now there’s an incredible alternative. Suddenly Diamonds – Boss Orange by Hugo Boss dupe The name Madame Glamour sounds a bit closer to the people than the French-elegant 'Mademoiselle', at least in Germany, where a 'Madame' does not exactly evoke a graceful or elegant appearance. So maybe the name fits quite well to the clientele (yes, I buy there, too). I mean normal people and not ethereal supermodels). 'Glamour'...my eyes wander left to the gossip and gossip magazines. I mean, it's great that there are so many organic products there, but why on earth are there organic cucumbers wrapped in plastic foil? I always have this fundamental conflict of conscience there. The right hand oscillates between the plastic-free conventional cucumber on the one hand and the organic version on the other, of which I know that her plastic dress will leave a moral sour taste on the tongue. (yes, I know, I have to take off the foil first... I meant it symbolically.) Pestilence or cholera. Madame Glamour starts out much more citrical than Mademoiselle - a spicy bergamot lemon note (the lemon is not in Chanel, I think) and light, bitter grapefruit. It's a matter of taste, interestingly enough such a start is not resented by many expensive time-honoured perfumes. Here already, because Lidl and cheap. You would expect more :P

From Mademoiselle Coco I once had a mini, which had fallen from my cupboard oh oh! oh weh! and smashed on the floor, giving us a heavenly scented doormat for weeks. That was a wonderful time, because I love this fragrance, the somewhat biting top note (controversial) admittedly not so much, but the beautiful warm smoky base on floral-light rose and jasmine sorbet. I still go there sometimes, because then I can provide the big family with one blow all around, with the basal products of daily life. There are expectations that a Dupe can never fulfill (at least I don't know of any that are 100% the same), CM fans are lured with the prospect of a bargain, while those who don't quite get along with Mademoiselle (but already with the rough direction) might be deterred. Top note: actually as an injection of citric acid with pesticide into the nose. Inspired by this I do another round with the household cleaners to let the heart note unfold. Actually, it's blooming. But how!The pink-golden lettering and the colour of the liquid.....all reminiscences of the twins grown up in better conditions.

So, expectantly, I sprayed Madame Glamour on my wrist. (Of course I still held the cucumber firmly in my hand, after all it hadn't been an easy decision.)