daisy, daisy

When it comes to style, I am notoriously hard to please. I demand effortless perfection in color, texture, lines, form, and inevitably scent. Impulse purchases rarely happen, usually a minor misstep in an item’s composition, from the wrong width of rugby stripe to overly plastic packaging, intervenes. That’s why Daisy Marc Jacobs is sort of my personal miracle: in my eyes, it can do no wrong. The fragrance itself is lovely; not particularly original or memorable, but comfortable and mildly quirky. The blend of strawberry, violets, grapefruit, gardenia, and white woods somehow works with everything in my wardrobe, from jeans and sweaters to cocktail dresses. But my infatuation is truly fueled by the fragrance’s branding. The rubber daisy-topped bottle filled with pale gold eau de toilette is precious like a basket full of tiny bunnies.