Cassili

Cassili is Calice Becker's exercise in studied opulence—a fruit-soaked floral that wears its sweetness like a cashmere stole rather than a candy wrapper. The Bulgarian rose and red currant opening feels less like garden picking and more like encountering rose petals macerated in crème de cassis, that jammy interaction given lift by the sharp-sweet tang of the currant. This isn't demure florals; it's florals with full hips and unapologetic richness. The plum in the heart brings an almost suede-like quality, whilst the mimosa absolute adds its characteristic honeyed-violet powder, creating a texture that hovers between gourmand and floral ambiguity. Petalia—that Givaudan captive—reinforces the rose with its diaphanous, petal-like translucency, preventing the composition from collapsing into syrup. The sandalwood base feels polished rather than woody, a creamy backdrop for vanilla and tonka that never quite tips into full gourmand territory, though it flirts dangerously close. This is for those who appreciate Prada Candy's restraint but want more florals in the mix, or who find most fruity florals too shrill. It's boardroom confidence with a velvet-lined briefcase, a scent that announces arrival without shouting. Wear it when you want to be remembered as the one who smelled expensive—not loud, not safe, but expensive in that quiet, assured way that doesn't need to explain itself.