Marrying that vision to the Prada aesthetic and the high street is no mean feat. Yes, the trademark light and shadow framed by amber is there, the delicate balancing of powder and floral notes with a haunting sense of musk as aura. But Candy is fun and sweetness and smoke; the benzoin threading a resinous line of comfort through the scent that belies its name and pink packaging. There is always a wry smile at the House of Prada. Poured onto the skin, this playful scent melts into a sweet and sighing end. It’s hard to stop inhaling your own skin. The marriage of paper toned vanilla and caramel has rarely been bettered. It is subtle, rising, falling and flowing enigmatically across the skin like liquid cashmere.