Frosé-Forged Frenemy the-ogs *Doesn't fit the Astro G

*Doesn't fit the Astro G

If you've ever swaddled a potted plant in a blankie & given it a baby bottle of liquid plant food

perfect for idyllic runs underneath a summer sunset

Perfect for low light

Won’t slip or bounce when a delicious rush of flavor hits you right in your senses

Frosé-Forged Frenemy the-ogs *Doesn't fit the Astro GThe enemy of my enemy is my frenemy. Forged in the whirring depths of the magical fros machine, will this newfound frozen fren ship last past Labor Day?! Only time will tell. So rise up from your barstools, fros frens, and cheers your glasses to rosy, slushy flows that never stop. May you ride your buzz into battle, uniting against a common enemy: Chardonnay. "Go peddle that pass oaky nonsense somewhere else, sweetheart!"