“When your hindquarters feel hotter than a branding iron.” - P.K. Jack
Sixteen hours a day in the saddle, chaps rubbing you raw, and discomfort that feels like Satan himself is tickling your anus with a feather duster? Been there!
Any typical roughness in your nether-regions (please, call the town Doc if you got a real issue), reach for this tin. Base is the same grass-fed tallow as the face balm, loaded with targeted essential oils to cool and comfort. One dime-sized dollop spread on thin and my backside goes from four-alarm blaze to Sunday-morning church quiet.
Next time your bottom's fixin’ to secede from the union, send in this cream to soothe the skin with a right-cross from the back of the bar. And tell your butt P.K. Jack sent ya.
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