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Caramel Apple Ginger Ale Float Perfume Oil
$32.00
Caramel Apple Ginger Ale Float Perfume Oil
$32.00
These five words, in this order, are like a spell that unlocks life-changing autumnal possibilities. So put this fragrance on your dessert mood board: fizzy vanilla ice cream spilling over the rim of a towering, froth-capped glass of ginger ale, drizzled with caramel.
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