Botanical Hangover

Sometimes life’s a party. Sometimes it’s an afterparty. And sometimes… life is the poor soul stuck cleaning up the afterparty with a single napkin and deep personal regrets. Luckily, this pair made us feel like we were lying in a peaceful flower field. Though, to be fair, it might’ve been the industrial-strength toilet spray our cleaner just blasted across the room because we “smelled like nightclub trauma.” Either way, it’s floral, it’s floaty, and it hides your face from shame. What more do you want?