Imagine that you’ve been sitting by the fire with your girl (or guy, or dog or whatever, we’re not judging), eating some delicious s’mores. Somehow you’ve managed to eat just enough to enjoy them but not enough to hate yourself. Now you’re heading up to bed with that amazing s’more smell lingering, but there’s absolutely no sticky marshmallow or graham cracker crumbs in your beard. It’s just perfect.
