"Imperial Cinnamon Spread""Delicious on Toast, Pancakes and Waffles"
"May be used as a Tart or Cake Filling"
Or injected straight into my veins.
This shit is like crack. Surgery sweet, flavorful crack.
Forget cocaine. I would do lines of this stuff off the stripper's ass instead.
The containers are tiny. Like a dime bag of tasty delight. They are airtight, but I swear I can smell that stuff from a mile away. Ladies? Forget whatever shit Calvin Klein has pumped out for perfume. Dab a bit of this behind your ears (and knees) and it'll drive all the guys crazy.
I'm going to stop now, I'm starting to scare myself.
Later.
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