Sonia Rykiel

In 1988, before I was twelve, I went to London with my family. While shopping, we discovered a tiny boutique that had the coolest sweaters I had ever seen in my life. I begged my mum to get something, but she could only afford one and naturally...

No one could accuse this of being serious. It's an orangey syrup, with pineapple, and a plasticky nuance. And after that it gets powdery sweet and reassuring. But it's not some brainless gourmand. Underneath, there's choco-vanilla-patchouli, which...