Coconut, Vanilla Bean, & Tiare Hair Gloss $30.00
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Coconut, Vanilla Bean, & Tiare Hair Gloss

$30.00

SKU: HGCocoTiare-1 Category: Tags: , , ,

Black Phoenix’s Hair Gloss is paraben and sulfate free, and contains no petro-chemicals, no GMOs, and no triclosan.

Our hair gloss has a six-month shelf life.

Handmade by Black Phoenix. As always, no animals were harmed during the creation of this product, and all products were tested on friends and family.

Please exercise common sense when using our HAIR GLOSS: do not eat, do not snort, do not drink, do not pour into eyes, etc. If irritation occurs, discontinue use immediately.

Cyclomethicone, botanisil, Vitamin E, argan oil, Tahitian monoi oil, camelina oil, and karanja oil.

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Weight 5 oz

Reviews

  1. Jennifer Munoz –

    Not really what I expected. It has a very strong rootbeer smell that if I use too much its sickly sweet and makes me feel sick, but if I use like one or two sprays I can handle it. I am not sure if I can finish the bottle, but I am going to try.

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