Notes:
Spicy Cinnamon and warm Cloves sweetened with Vanilla Bean.

Glass roll on bottle in a magical lookin' pouch.
Packaging all handmade and subject to change - Ol' Rudy likes to make cool shit.

She just stood there in the doorway, sizing up the inside of the tiny roadside booze shack like a wild desert coyote separated from its pack. It was silent. The sun danced around her, giving every degenerate hustler, trucker and lonely fugitive in the joint a glimpse of her perfectly chiseled thighs through the red skirt she wore. It was 1965, dog days of summer, the time of year where thick Tijuana heat was king. Strands of her raven hair slithered on her neck lapping up the sandy sweat. She had a bottle of tequila in her hand. The drunken worm danced around in the bottle like it was mocking every low-life in the room...