Described as:
A gathering of bold fall scents—late blooms, cinnamon - with a dash of earthy patchouli.
SMELLS LIKE a state fair in a small town, the funnel cake fumes and the laughter of children filling the air alongside the cheerful snorts of a Blue Ribbon hog. You wander through the carnival games and eatery stands to find the person you came with, the one who makes you feel like a Blue Ribbon even on the days you woke up already feeling like burnt bacon. The crowds are heavy with families and friends and face painted children with greasy whiskers on their cheeks, shiny candy apples in their hands, and dreams, alive and well, still in their heads. You can't find who you're looking for, and you start to feel the familiar panic color your face like whiskers and the world starts spinning because where did they even go? But then, you hear their voice. You spin around to see them smiling and holding what you never knew was the only thing you wanted to see: two handmade flower crowns, the red and gold and green splashes of color exploding out of their hands like dripping paint. They put yours on before their own and you see them and can't believe how beautiful, how colorful, how Blue Ribbon hog heaven gorgeous the way everything about them LOOKS