Santa Carla Boardwalk
”Now you know what we are. And now you know what you are. You’ll never grow old, Michael, and you’ll never die. But you must feed!” - The Lost Boys (1987)
This vampiric horror wax melt smells like a fresh start in a town adorned with the faces of missing people, like a strange biker gang, like worms for noodles, like a thirst that can’t be quenched.
Bringing together notes of fresh strawberries, bing cherries, molten sugar, and creamy vanilla taffy, Santa Carla (the supposed murder capital of the USA), might not be so bad, right?
Approx. weight; 50g