The Honey Pot Company Sanitary Pads for Women

🎶This girl is on fire!🎶 Ok, these liners have some good points (they’re a good size and stay put), but I feel that my primary responsibility right now is to give everyone a heads up about the adventure that is about to occur in your pants if you buy these liners. First of all, the overwhelming scent that I first noticed when I opened a liner was eucalyptus. This oil was not mentioned in the description, but despite the thought that I was going to spend the day smelling like I’d slathered some Vick’s VapoRub down my pants, I decided to give it a whirl and see what happened. The advertising encouraged me to buy these “For a Refreshing ‘Ooh, Aah’ Tingle.” I suppose that could be an accurate description, if by that terminology it actually means it’s so hot it feels cold. Those “cooling” oils made my pants feel like I had my own personal Vesuvius erupting down there. “Maybe it will calm down after a few minutes,” I whimpered to myself as I hopped around the bathroom like I was doing a ritualistic dance around a pagan fire. A fire that was in my shorts. I pulled the liner away from my skin, hoping there were no burns, fanning myself and the liner like it would somehow stop the conflagration in my flesh, but to no avail. I just had to bide my time, waiting for that special ooh ahh tingle to fade, so I could check for collateral damage. Thankfully, I survived. If the founder’s ancestor did, indeed, come to her in a dream that led to the creation of these little panty fireballs, then all I can say is that ancestor had some serious thrill-seeking issues. This kind of thing might be your cup of tea. If so, happy trails, and God be with you. I just thought you should know what you’re signing up for, but by all means, choose your own adventure.