You don't have to own the complete, leather-bound works of Kipling, or have an atheneum dotted with oil paintings of hunting dogs to smell like a person of means. Your bud will thank you as they light this bad boy up 🕯 and let their freshly minted status wash over them like a platinum breeze. It's good to be the king(s). 👑

It's a cruel world we live in when no one bothers to think how ice tongs feel about the cold. How do we know their adorable little cube-grabbers aren't reeling from the pain of winter's bite? Well, rest your furrowed brow, dear reader, for these tongs are swaddled in grippy, silicon mittens. They revel in the ice! Your moral edge is secure. Now, onto the debate about fire pokers. 😬