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Someone’s been raiding Santa’s stash!

A candied boozy take on butter beer: blended with numerous varieties of oatmeal stout, butterscotch, amaretto and a smidgen of sandalwood for the base. It’s all the things we love about indulging during the holidays - sweet, sticky, tipsy and naughty!


OATS ~ Prosperity, abundance, sustenance, money spells.
ALMOND ~ Fertility, stamina, masculine energy, business success, money, prosperity, wisdom, intuition, insight, talisman for successful and fertile marriage.
MILK/BUTTER/CREAM ~ Nurturing, soothing, eases troubled relationships. Goddess energy.
SUGAR ~ Attracts love, luck, sweetness and riches. Lust inducing, wishes granted.
SANDALWOOD ~ Love, exotic, sensual atmospheric; aphrodisiac. Healing, spirituality, exorcism.
FERMENTED ALCOHOLS: WINE, BEER, HARD LIQUOR, ETC ~ Intoxicant, used as an offering or appeasement for Gods, used in love spells, and celebratory spells.


Created by: Mara Fox

Description: Julie (luna65)

Label art: Jan (LoveStruck)

December 2015


Here’s a little-known secret: Santa brews his own beer. Just think about it, who would deliver all the way to the North Pole? And much like everything else, SC likes it sweet! The perfect recipe has taken years to concoct, but of course his trusted elves have been willing taste-testers...oh the long cold nights of drunken revelry - though strictly for the sake of alcoholic advancement! But once Santa discovered the winning combination he wasn’t so willing to share anymore. Productivity was down and hangovers were up. The boss had to lecture his employees about not indulging themselves too much, threatening to ration his special brew...even the reindeer were upset, though Santa would never let them fly under the influence.  But they like to party just like we do. The elves grumbled, but eventually returned to a more sober lifestyle. That is, until the big night....once Santa was away, flying around the world to deliver toys, one bad little elf got into the kegs and pretty soon everyone was raising a pint and singing songs and whatever else elves do when they get deep into their cups. You can bet Santa was mad to return after his long night only to discover his entire workforce had drunk themselves into a stupor...but mostly because they didn’t leave him any!  “When I find out who that bad elf was,” Santa thought to himself, “he’ll be polishing my boots every Christmas till the end of time!”

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