Here in Damariscotta, we have an annual pumpkin regatta, in which grown ass men carve out giant pumpkins, lower themselves into said pumpkins, and race down the river. As you may have guessed, this regatta is best observed on the happy side of sober. Luckily, Damariscotta also has a long tradition of grown ass beverage consumption.
Flavor: pumpkin, brown sugar, bourbon
This balm is designed to melt into your lips, not into your jeans! Which is good, because I keep mine in my butt pocket. That would be embarrassing... It's got lots of yumminess in it: natural beeswax (you'll smell a little extra honey), unrefined cocoa butter (you'll smell a little cocoa too), unrefined shea butter, jojoba, sweet almond, and grape seed oils, vitamin E, and flavor oil. It's carefully formulated to give you the perfect balance of protection and softness, so you won't end up feeling greasy or waxy. My mom says, "Ooo, creeamy" every time she uses hers, if that's any indication. She has a little flair for the dramatic.
It comes in an oval plastic twist-up tube, which holds .15oz/4g and is individually shrink wrapped.