This is the first time I've shared this story really online. and it's tender, really tender. So I am 46 and I began my peri-menopause journey at 39, it was probably one of the most shameful things I've moved through. I was five years into my solo parenting journey. And it's difficult enough dating when you have two children under the age of eight. And then to add in this shifting of my body, which felt way too soon for the age that I was - it was a serious ego death that I had to move through. In my family, I am the only woman who still has her uterus and ovaries after the age of 40. Generations back on both sides of my family. All of the women that I have known have not kept their reproductive organs, so I had no one to lean on. As I began to move through this journey of perimenopause, none of my friends in my age group were experienced in this space. I felt like I was completely alone. And I was navigating dating again. I was navigating being a single parent and exploring how to redefine and fall back in love with my precious body as she was changing, as she was moving through her own cycles. I'm tired of living in a culture that says women need to be ashamed because their bodies change. There's absolutely nothing shameful about my body coming to the end of its fertility. Just like there's nothing shameful about any woman's body stepping into her fertility. It's a privilege and an honor to live long enough to walk your body through this really special and unique stage. And so here I was at 39, having difficulty dating, moving through hot flashes and dry pussy and tissues that would become painful or sometimes tear when I would engage in lovemaking. It was terrifying. The friends that I had who were in their fifties and sixties seemed to be fine with letting go of their sexuality - I wasn't willing to do that. I wasn't willing to let go of the vibrancy and vitality that I had cultivated in my life thus far. And so I took matters into my own hands, and I started learning. I started learning and recognizing that our bodies are meant to work with plants, and if we offer our bodies the nutrition, love, nourishment, and compassion that they deserve, they respond. They will give us what we need. And so I began practicing. I made so many versions of this butter. I tried different oils and multiple different herb combinations until I found one my pussy said yes to! My pussy says yes to this product - Wyld's Magic Pussy Butter. It takes 30 seconds once or twice a day and is like a ritual reconnection to the most essential and delicious parts of yourself - whatever age or stage you are in. This is nourishment for your pussy, for your soul... it changes lives. I made this for myself for three and a half years until one day I was attending an online event (a pussy rave), and someone asked in the chat - "Does anyone know how to tend to a dry pussy?" And I began typing frantically, oh yes, I have this beautiful recipe and I'm typing it in. And she said, NO babe! I want you to make this for me. Give me your medicine. And I had this light bulb go off. And I thought to myself, what a fucking honor it would be to support other women in reconnecting with their vitality, reconnecting with this juiciness that we all deserve to have and that nobody's fucking talking about. Why are we not talking about this? Why are we not normalizing the fact that our bodies change- and with proper care and love and attention, we don't have to suffer. We don't have to lose the things that make us the most vital, the most essential. This deep, deep love for ourselves. So, This golden tin is fucking magic. It will change your life. It will reconnect you to a place inside of yourself that you may not even have noticed you've been missing. I just recently got a DM from a woman who said she opened it up and after the first application (she's 53), she felt horny for the first time in years. There's something really special about this product and I feel blessed by Great Mystery to be creating it. I'm so delighted and excited to share it with you!