The boardwalk lights flicker against the midnight tide. Salt hangs heavy in the air as the ocean crashes beneath the pier, carrying whispers of trouble and temptation. Cool ozone drifts...
"You're going to Camp Blood, ain't ya? You'll never come back again. It's got a death curse!" Fragrance - sea salt, orange peel, beachgrass, moss. Ingredients: Purified Water, Sodium Laureth...
