Top Notes 
Raspberry
Sicilian orange
Bergamot
Fig leaf
Heart Notes 
Sugar powder
Red fruits
Lily of the valley
Base Notes 
Caramel
Vanilla
Tonka bean
Musk
Sandalwood
Aglaya
30 Reviews
Translated · Show original
Aglaya
Top Review
8
Aglaya Jones and the Kingdom of Crystal Sugar
Soaked and sweet-scented, her clothes clung to her skin. Saturated with the juice of the fruits she had eaten during her brief rest and the dew from the lush plants from which she had picked them. Her first meal in 2 days.
Full of new strength granted by the fruit sugar, she now fought her way tirelessly through the jungle.
With a steady hand, she wielded the machete, slicing through one vine after another laden with pineapples and oranges. It was laborious not to slip on the berry-strewn ground of the rainforest and tumble straight down the slope into the pink, sun-glittering Amazon.
Meter by meter, she pressed on; the time for which she had long lost any sense seemed to stand still, the sun only filtering through the dense canopy of the gigantic rainforest trees in weak, pollen-dusted rays, which, like sleeping giants, seemed to have stood here forever.
From time to time, she lifted her gaze to catch a glimpse of a small piece of sky, to catch her breath.
Hour after hour passed.
And just when she thought she would have to make a fire for the night, for protection against wild animals, the thicket parted before her and finally revealed the view of the ruins.
Quiet and majestic, the outlines of the ancient temple complex stood out against the pale blue sky fading into twilight.
She fought against the urge to simply collapse next to the vanilla-scented orchids and catch her breath, instead searching for the entrance.
What had the old professor said again? It is said in the legend that the fig tree is the guardian. Find the fig tree.
And indeed, hidden in the innermost part of the tangle of steps, walls, and open-air altars, she found a fig tree behind which a staircase led deep into the branching tunnel system of the complex.
By the light of the torch, she followed the path marked on the map through the labyrinth until she finally reached the main hall.
There, on a column of gold, it rested.
Finally, after all the hardships, she had found it, the crystal skull. Made of pure, pure sugar. The first sugar ever produced by human hands.
According to legend, the sweetest and finest that ever was and ever will be.
Whoever licks it once shall be protected for the rest of their life from hypoglycemia, cravings, or underweight.
And now it belonged to her. Only hers. Trembling, she reached out her hands for it, slowly taking it from the column that had been its dignified resting place for so long. In her euphoria, she did not hear the quiet "click" that the removal of the skull triggered, nor did she notice how holes opened in the hall ceiling.
Only the crunching sound of the sugar now pouring in streams beneath her boots startled her from her trance and sent her running.........
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, now let's be serious.
It's not that terribly sweet. I smell a lot of fruit, juicy and fresh. Yes, of course, also a lot of cotton candy. But very quickly, a fine fluffy vanilla joins in. A very pleasant, lasting blend with a medium sillage.
Pink Sugar is well-measured and very wearable without having to rush to the diabetes clinic.
I know some much worse (sweeter) scents that, strangely enough, fare much better here, even though with those you REALLY only get the sweet club thrown at you. Si or LVEB Intense, for example. I think the name "Pink Sugar" creates a certain unconscious bias that makes some testers perceive more sugar than is actually present.
Pink Sugar is still a rather complex fragrance with a very good price-performance ratio.
I recommend it to anyone who likes sweet scents for a test.
Full of new strength granted by the fruit sugar, she now fought her way tirelessly through the jungle.
With a steady hand, she wielded the machete, slicing through one vine after another laden with pineapples and oranges. It was laborious not to slip on the berry-strewn ground of the rainforest and tumble straight down the slope into the pink, sun-glittering Amazon.
Meter by meter, she pressed on; the time for which she had long lost any sense seemed to stand still, the sun only filtering through the dense canopy of the gigantic rainforest trees in weak, pollen-dusted rays, which, like sleeping giants, seemed to have stood here forever.
From time to time, she lifted her gaze to catch a glimpse of a small piece of sky, to catch her breath.
Hour after hour passed.
And just when she thought she would have to make a fire for the night, for protection against wild animals, the thicket parted before her and finally revealed the view of the ruins.
Quiet and majestic, the outlines of the ancient temple complex stood out against the pale blue sky fading into twilight.
She fought against the urge to simply collapse next to the vanilla-scented orchids and catch her breath, instead searching for the entrance.
What had the old professor said again? It is said in the legend that the fig tree is the guardian. Find the fig tree.
And indeed, hidden in the innermost part of the tangle of steps, walls, and open-air altars, she found a fig tree behind which a staircase led deep into the branching tunnel system of the complex.
By the light of the torch, she followed the path marked on the map through the labyrinth until she finally reached the main hall.
There, on a column of gold, it rested.
Finally, after all the hardships, she had found it, the crystal skull. Made of pure, pure sugar. The first sugar ever produced by human hands.
According to legend, the sweetest and finest that ever was and ever will be.
Whoever licks it once shall be protected for the rest of their life from hypoglycemia, cravings, or underweight.
And now it belonged to her. Only hers. Trembling, she reached out her hands for it, slowly taking it from the column that had been its dignified resting place for so long. In her euphoria, she did not hear the quiet "click" that the removal of the skull triggered, nor did she notice how holes opened in the hall ceiling.
Only the crunching sound of the sugar now pouring in streams beneath her boots startled her from her trance and sent her running.........
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So, now let's be serious.
It's not that terribly sweet. I smell a lot of fruit, juicy and fresh. Yes, of course, also a lot of cotton candy. But very quickly, a fine fluffy vanilla joins in. A very pleasant, lasting blend with a medium sillage.
Pink Sugar is well-measured and very wearable without having to rush to the diabetes clinic.
I know some much worse (sweeter) scents that, strangely enough, fare much better here, even though with those you REALLY only get the sweet club thrown at you. Si or LVEB Intense, for example. I think the name "Pink Sugar" creates a certain unconscious bias that makes some testers perceive more sugar than is actually present.
Pink Sugar is still a rather complex fragrance with a very good price-performance ratio.
I recommend it to anyone who likes sweet scents for a test.
Updated on 08/11/2017
2 Comments
HappySunny
Pepper81
Süchtig
