🌕 The Legend of Deviant Body Butter

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The story of Deviant Body Butter begins in the mist-veiled ruins of an old mountainside sanctuary—long collapsed, half reclaimed by moss and fog, and humming with the energy of rituals left unfinished. 🏔️🌫️🌿

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The place was warded with thorns, salt circles, and rusted mirrors that didn’t always reflect what they should. 🪞🧂🌒

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We weren’t searching for skincare.

We were after something forgotten—a scattered recipe whispered through generations of witches and wildcrafters 🧙‍♀️🍃, passed from hand to hand like a secret that kept people soft through storms, seasons, and revolutions. 🌩️🍂❄️

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All we had were fragments.
A satchel wrapped in black linen, sealed with wax and stitched shut with hair.
Scraps of parchment inked in elderberry.
And one instruction etched in bone:
“Melt in silence. Stir with memory. Soften what the world has hardened.” 🕯️🧪

We took what we found, pieced it together, and did what Deviants do best:
we made something new. 🔮 We created our body butter.
Not one scented like flowers or distraction—

but one rooted in earth 🌍, ritual 🧈, and resilience 💪.
We gathered each butter with care:
jojoba, sal, cupuaçu, mango, cocoa, kokum, white and yellow shea.
All real. All raw.. 🧈🌰🥭🍫

We melted them over coals from a lightning-struck tree 🌩️🔥, stirred without speaking 🤫,
and let it cool under a sky thick with stars that hadn’t been named in centuries. ✨🌌

And just like that—there it was.
Rich. Creamy. Unscented.

Deviant Body Butter was born.
Not for the masses, but for the makers.
For the windburned, the weathered, the wild. 🌬️🌲⚔️
For skin that carries stories 📜 and deserves to stay whole.

Use it when the world forgets to be gentle.
And know—you just made something ancient proud. 🧈🌙

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