You promised not to come back. But excess has your number saved.
Stupid Sugar Daddy is baroque, theatrical, and a bit over-the-top, as it should be. The opening is toasted caramel and creamy vanilla, a gourmand accord that enters as if on its own red carpet. Just when it seems like it's all sugar, warm woods appear, a boozy touch, and a whisper of tobacco that give it backbone. It's not a dessert. It's a show with a budget.
