“Set of two small cedar stumps infused with fresh, real Siskiyou cedar – it’s just like taking a hike in the rugged Siskiyou mountains of the northwest. Has scent notes of ginger, wool blankets, and deep forest.”
100% wildcrafted and organic ingredients. $22.00
What man worthy of the title wouldn’t love a couple of stumps? They’re honest, wildcrafted, they say “I’m no sissy, and I’m not afraid of splinters.” Buy them at Need Supply.
For the man who has bite but no bark..
dumb!
but thanks for the laugh!
Now show me the bag of air!
The ‘manufacturers’ of this shite should be jailed, along with anyone removed enough from the real world to actually buy them.
And me without my wallet today! Darn it!
For those who like wet wool.
A perfect complement to a bag of dirt covered rocks.
Honey, I got you something you never have – wood!
If it does not smell like a cannabis farm, it is not authentic siskiyou mountain cedar!
I have hiked there-often!
For twenty-two dollars I’ll let him sit in my cedar closet for ten minutes.
Fuck yeah.
It’s EXACTLY like taking a hike in the rugged Siskiyou mountains of the northwest. (what the?)
As soon as I saw the photo I thought of that.
Shit, I wish I’d had this brainwave first.
It’s worth millions……of laughs!
I think a few jars of mud would nicely complement this gift. Let’s say, a set of “Irish Bog Mud”, “5th Avenue after Rain Mud”, and “Nova Scotia Shore Mud”. It would be exactly like rolling in the mud in these places! What a thrill for any manly man! $49.99 is the price, $69.99 if you want a special limited edition packaging – upcycled Mason jars once used to drink moonshine in the Ozarks.
Because all the straight dudes I know are totally, completely attuned to scents.
Cedar infused with cedar. You are dumb infused with dumb.
C’mon Dana, don’t be like that! Scent of beer will get them every time.
Artisanal stumps.
I think I’ll go to the farmer’s market to pick some up.
Thanks for the tip!
Perhaps they should think about a range of shoes with dog shit already on the soles. You know, for when you’re no where near a pavement but you want that “fucking irresponsible dog owners!” feeling.