Madame Raspbootyn

Meet Madame Raspbootyn, You might think she’s tootin’ But catch a whiff, Are those raspberries you sniff?

Born in Mother Russia and raised on the banks of the Eno River, where the water runs deep and the intrigue runs deeper. Well known as the sweetest smelling Beaver on the Eno. She’s got royal roots and a raspberry caboose! Sure, she dabbles in herbalism, mysticism, and light treason. But her real power lies just below her tail. No czar can resist her addicting musk. One whiff and you’re under her spell. An exclusively local treasure, her scent is far too intoxicating for international export. She can be found tooting around the wetlands at West Point on the Eno and titillating swimmers at Turtle Hole. When it comes to this beaver’s natural flavoring, let’s just say it’s not from concentrate. She’s 30% raspberry essence, and 70% sass! This beaver puts the booty in Raspbootyn and the flavor in your fantasies.

She’s the sovereign of scent, the temptress of taste; she’s MADAME RASPBOOTYN