Code Orange Hand & Body Cream

The air crackles with the first chill of autumn, and the streets glow with jack-o’-lantern grins. Somewhere, a carnival bell rings, muffled under the roar of October wind. You follow the sound, drawn to the haze of golden lights.

The scent hits first — hot pumpkin bread, dense and spiced, pulled fresh from the oven. Kettle corn snaps and shatters in sugar and salt, drifting over the crowd. Maple syrup and bourbon weave through it all, rich and sticky, laced with warmth. Every breath is decadence, a feast built for fall itself.

This isn’t just a fragrance. It’s a declaration. A crown of spice and sugar, worn proudly by October.

The Official Scent of Spooky Season