A woman has a certain lazy, hazy, lit look when sitting bathed in the glow of the sunset at the end of a steamy, sun-drenched day. It’s a sexy iridescence. It has a slightly devil-may-care attitude because it’s probably been tanning itself (more than the derm doc advises) and it wants a drink and might find itself doing some extreme flirting in an hour or so. Quiet shimmering confidence without the crassness of glitter. Hot, summer allure.