Fcking Merry

You're unshakeable. Unreasonably cheerful. Possibly unhinged. Fcking Merry smells like optimism wrapped in evergreens: crisp balsam, bubbly bergamot, and enough cedar to ground you while your joy stays stratospheric. Light it when the family drama's brewing, the credit card's screaming, and somehow you're still humming carols like a holiday movie extra who doesn't know the plot's about to turn. It's woodsy enough to feel grounded, sparkling enough to match your delusion that everything's fine, and sophisticated enough that your relentless cheer feels intentional, not manic. Perfect for when you're determined to love this season even if it doesn't love you back, when "bah humbug" is not in your vocabulary, and when your vibe is less "surviving the holidays" and more "I will weaponize this joy until everyone else catches it." Burn it and remind the universe: your holiday spirit is bulletproof, your attitude is aggressively positive, and nothing (not traffic, not burnt cookies, not that one relative) is taking this magic from you.