Fcking Jolly

Fcking Jolly smells like a Christmas tree that's been ready since November 1st; crisp balsam, bubbly bergamot, and enough cedar to justify why you've already got Mariah on repeat. Light it the second Thanksgiving dessert hits the table, or honestly, skip the formalities and spark it during appetizers. It's woodsy enough to feel like you dragged a forest inside, sparkling enough to match your unhinged enthusiasm, and sophisticated enough that no one can legally call you "extra" for having three holiday playlists. Perfect for when waiting until December feels like a personal attack, when "too soon" is a phrase that doesn't apply to you, and when your entire aesthetic from Black Friday to New Year's is "aggressively festive." Burn it and let everyone know: you're not celebrating the season, you're being the season, and subtlety left the building with the turkey.