Nag Champa Soap
Nag Champa Body Soap
You know that smell—the one that hits you the second you step into an old-school hippie shop, a mix of incense, mystery, and questionable life choices? That deep, earthy, slightly sweet aroma swirling through the air as you pretended to browse crystals but were really checking out the “tobacco” pipes? Yeah, that one.
Now, it’s in a bar of soap.
Our Nag Champa Body Soap is a nostalgic trip wrapped in a cleansing experience. With rich, woodsy sandalwood, hints of floral champaca, and a touch of musky spice, this bar will transport you straight back to the incense-filled aisles of your youth.
Lather up, breathe deep, and let the scent of simpler times (and probably a blacklight poster or two) wash over you
Nag Champa Body Soap
You know that smell—the one that hits you the second you step into an old-school hippie shop, a mix of incense, mystery, and questionable life choices? That deep, earthy, slightly sweet aroma swirling through the air as you pretended to browse crystals but were really checking out the “tobacco” pipes? Yeah, that one.
Now, it’s in a bar of soap.
Our Nag Champa Body Soap is a nostalgic trip wrapped in a cleansing experience. With rich, woodsy sandalwood, hints of floral champaca, and a touch of musky spice, this bar will transport you straight back to the incense-filled aisles of your youth.
Lather up, breathe deep, and let the scent of simpler times (and probably a blacklight poster or two) wash over you
Nag Champa Body Soap
You know that smell—the one that hits you the second you step into an old-school hippie shop, a mix of incense, mystery, and questionable life choices? That deep, earthy, slightly sweet aroma swirling through the air as you pretended to browse crystals but were really checking out the “tobacco” pipes? Yeah, that one.
Now, it’s in a bar of soap.
Our Nag Champa Body Soap is a nostalgic trip wrapped in a cleansing experience. With rich, woodsy sandalwood, hints of floral champaca, and a touch of musky spice, this bar will transport you straight back to the incense-filled aisles of your youth.
Lather up, breathe deep, and let the scent of simpler times (and probably a blacklight poster or two) wash over you