Sunshine with a wink: my early take on Escada Yum Me, Sunny!

If you roll your eyes at “vacation in a bottle,” brace yourself. Escada is back with Yum Me, Sunny!, a limited edition in the Escaping with Escada series, and the name alone is a dare. It sounds like SPF on warm skin, citrus sorbet melting too fast, and a grin you probably didn’t plan on. I haven’t worn it yet, but I know this house’s summer heartbeat. When Escada says resort, they usually mean fun first and philosophy later.

Let’s decode the vibe. Yum Me, Sunny! telegraphs edible brightness. Think juicy fruit lifted by solar florals and a creamy, skin-hugging base. Not a gourmand feast, more a flirty fruit bowl that caught a sunbeam. If you live for brooding incense or a moss-covered library, this probably isn’t your fling. If you want a spritz that turns a gray morning into golden hour, this is the lane.

A quick word to the cynics. Not every perfume needs to solve an existential crisis. These seasonal Escaping with Escada drops are postcards from a warmer place. They’re the scented equivalent of kicking off your shoes and ordering the drink with a paper umbrella. And yes, they often sell out because people crave uncomplicated joy when heat hits.

What I expect on skin:

• A pop of tart citrus or tropical fruit to start. Something that makes your mouth water.
• A sunlit floral heart that reads beachy rather than bridal.
• A soft, slightly creamy drydown that doesn’t overstay. Daytime friendly. Re-spray happy.

Who it’s for:

• Collectors who line up the Escada summer editions like candy-colored souvenirs.
• Anyone who needs a vacation moment between meetings.
• Fragrance newbies who want compliments without a dissertation.

Who might skip:

• Vintage chypre loyalists looking for bite.
• Minimalists who dislike sweetness at any volume.

Limited edition means blink and you miss it, so I’ll be sniffing as soon as it lands locally. I plan to test it both on skin and on a beach towel substitute, otherwise known as my office chair. If Yum Me, Sunny! hits that carefree, sun-sparkled sweet spot, I’ll report back with full wear notes and the inevitable chorus of “what are you wearing” from friends who pretend not to love fruity florals.