Prada‘s younger, cuter sister recently signed a fragrance deal with Coty, and until its 2015 launch date rolls around, we’ve got free rein to mentally concoct the scent of our polka-dotted, swan-printed dreams. (We’re available for hire, Miuccia.)
If we know the brand at all, the Name That Scent will read something like: “Sweet and girly, but … something’s off. My God! Is that skunk?!” Eau de Miu Miu won’t be another Prada Candy — unless they’re adding a healthy dash of motor oil, lost innocence and one or more of the following:
Dr. Pepper Lip Smackers
the crushed dollhouse from a 16-year-old’s bedroom
Decant it all into a curvy glass bottle with its own satin neckerchief, and we’re good to go. One last thing: Call Italy and tell them to make Rasoirs the gift with purchase.