While I do not wear Missoni, I must say that it strikes me as nicely balanced and complex in the genre. The word "cloying" makes me think about Delices de Cartier, a berry syrup from hell. (And cousin is a blind buy gone horribly wrong, an Arabian oil called Malik al Atoor).
I wonder how you'd feel about Paradox by Jacomo, another love of Luca Turin (not in the book). It's a big fruit salad, though without chocolate or hazelnuts. Just fresh fruit.
Lolita Lempicka au masculin, Eau Noire... I see a theme here, evidently you don't like licorice on yourself ...