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Krampus Kreme Latte
$32.00
Krampus Kreme Latte
$32.00
If you don’t have access to fresh Krampus Kreme, store-bought is fine! Here’s a warm draught for the naughty-listers: hazelnuts, almonds, and coffee beans sweetened with heavy cream froth and honey and spiced with ginger, black pepper, black cardamom, and cacao.
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Out of Stock“Bod,” said Silas. “This is Miss Lupescu.”
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