She’s fall’s favorite flavor gone feral—burnt orange frames laced with silver piercings, hotter than cider and twice as wicked. Sweet enough to tempt, sharp enough to sting, she’s the kind of spice that burns on the way down and leaves you begging for more.
She’s fall’s favorite flavor gone feral—burnt orange frames laced with silver piercings, hotter than cider and twice as wicked. Sweet enough to tempt, sharp enough to sting, she’s the kind of spice that burns on the way down and leaves you begging for more.