Ask me where my obsession with smell truly started, and I’d probably point to Jordyn.
Jordyn is a very close friend, a person I go to when I feel lost/frustrated/upset. She lets me vent, and then slaps me back into shape (usually metaphorically). For this, I am eternally grateful, but also for her perfume. It was her, in our grade 10 English class, that had me going sniff sniff hurray. She wore one perfume religiously, and as you can guess, it was Pink Sugar by Aquolina. I was just beginning to know the difference between a fruity floral and a white floral (ask me now, won’t you?), and there she was, defying everyone by walking around smelling like a 12 year-old. I had to get my hands on some!
By miracle, Jordyn managed me a sample vial of the stuff, of origins unknown, but I was ecstatic – I had captured her scent in a pretty glass tester! Take that, Jean-Baptiste Grenouille!
The sample comes in a clear glass vial, with a soft pink font and pastel yellow fluid.
A 2004 release, this perfume comes from the Italian house of Aquolina. I think it’d be an understatement to say this perfume was – is – a success. All self-respecting fumeheads have sniffed this at some point, or at least have heard about it’s sweet prowess. Today Pink Sugar continues to be sold, oftentimes in the clearance bin for 50% off, but it lives long past that miserable shelf; bottles of its flankers, including the coveted Chocolovers, are being sold for as much as $135 – and that’s for a used bottle! I bet Aquolina’s laughing all the way to the bank… anyway, this EDT concentration opens with a burnt sugar note that smells remotely fudge-like layered with a heavy bakery caramel. Underneath this delectable delight we find a sweet raspberry jelly, like the centre of a orange-chocolate truffle (which makes little sense, but work with me). When the fruity notes pass, we come back to the burned sugar, stronger now, mouth-watering and realistic as a good mime. In the dry down licorice takes centre stage, unapologetic and proud. You go, licorice! Pink Sugar constitutes a great part of the ‘just for fun’ perfumes category, too candied to be taken seriously, and too wonderful to banish. A true delight.
Collective thoughts about what I’ve sniffed today: I don’t think my collection will ever be complete until I pick up a full bottle of this. Then again, since I can’t imagine myself wearing this in public anytime soon, perhaps the sample will do.
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