Stupid Sugar Daddy

There are perfumes that ask for permission and others that enter via the red carpet wearing a feather coat. Stupid Sugar Daddy belongs to the latter: baroque, theatrical, slightly exaggerated, and happy to be so. It evokes those nights you swore you wouldn't repeat (the extra toast, the laughter that was too loud, the temptation served on a golden platter) and to which, nevertheless, you always return. Everything about it is abundance: a sweetness that doesn't apologize, a sensuality that laughs at itself, an elegance that embraces excess as its language. It is not naive, nor does it pretend to be; it knows the effect it creates and enjoys it shamelessly. There is something of a nineteenth-century salon turned into a private party, of velvet, of gold, of a glint in the eye. A guilty pleasure worn with head held high.

Olfactory Notes

Top notes: ginger, neroli, mandarin, grapefruit, praline, plum

Heart notes: orange blossom, fig, tuberose, jasmine, tea leaves

Base notes: benzoin, amber, patchouli, sandalwood

Sensations

It opens vibrant and sparkling, with citrus and ginger whetting the appetite while praline and plum herald the sweetness. The heart becomes floral and creamy, with orange blossom, tuberose, and jasmine enveloping the fig, and tea leaves providing a respite. The base is warm and resinous: benzoin and amber, with patchouli and sandalwood giving it a backbone.

Usage occasions

For celebratory nights, long dinners, and outings where you want to leave a mark. It shines in autumn and winter, but also dares to take on the heat of a summer terrace at nightfall.

What makes it special

Its gourmand quality is not childish: the praline coexists with white flowers and a balsamic, woody base that gives it structure. It is excessive on purpose, but always balanced. It has humor, and that is a rarity in niche perfumery.

Final invitation to discover it

Promise yourself it will be the last time. No one will believe you.