++ CARNAVAL DIABOLIQUE HAIR GLOSSES
Bedeck your locks (or snakes or horns or whatever you’re sporting up top) with scents gleaned from the Midway! Smell like you’ve stepped right off the platform of Carnaval Diabolique’s 13-in-One!
Amber and Steel Hooks Hair Gloss
$30.00
Amber and Steel Hooks Hair Gloss
$30.00
With a touch of oak bark and bourbon vanilla.
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