For a fragrance meant to conjure up sunshine both literal and metaphorical - perhaps with a touch of egg-y fun at breakfast time - it mostly evokes from the get-go the lack of natural daylight compensated, thanks to civilization...
Sunny Side Up by Juliette Has a Gun Est. 2006 smells, in other words, of a candle more than anything else. Sometimes, a candle-inspired fine perfume is good. But not this one. This could be the scent of you whooshing into a shop at Christmastime and taking in the aroma of candles burning in unison on a long perspective of coffee tables attempting to convey the fake feeling of intimacy and home with an abundance of sweet powder in the air. It smells of rice powder sachets, rice-powder-scented candles, cloying tinsel and artificial snow on synthetic Christmas trees. It smells of a car tree, a bathroom deodorizer, sickening dryer sheets. It smells so functional, it is headache-inducing.
What you sniffed from the start outside the bottle, suspecting that in there were lurking some generic, cheap woody base found in run-of-the-mill, niche-stamped perfumes is, alas, confirmed.
Exit the paradoxical idea of a sunny iris. This is a ball of powder with garish overtones. There is nothing subtle about the composition, which actually comes across as a blob of a perfume; there is little to no internal structure to the composition.
While we're sure all mentioned ingredients were blended together, unfortunately, they come out as if they were making up a stain. Perfumer Edmond Roudnitska in his time warned against this technical failing, which results from mixing up too many colors/materials in an ill-advised manner and ending up with dull brown.
It is not often that you encounter such a terrible fragrance, but we really don't see any way for it to redeem itself. The concept is fun and joyous, OK. The execution is absolutely ghastly. R.I.P. (for us at least).