Let me tell you a story.
I have a bad lip-licking habit. Because of this, I actively seek out lip balms that work well for me and give me the most moisture possible. I also have an unnatural obsession with vanilla (not quite to the level of my "demonic taco lust" as my husband calls it, but pretty up there). This little tube of lip balmy goodness felt like it had floated down here gently on silvery, sparkly angel wings, and landed there in a cardboard box with my name on it, just for me.
I went searching for more.
I checked every CVS, Walgreens, and even riteaid in sight. I checked Target and Walmart. I looked online, but soon came to grips with the fact that I just could not justify paying a shipping price for chapstick. It just was not going to happen, no matter how glorious.
Then I went on a mini-retreat with my coworkers in Southwest Florida. It was after midnight, and I realized I left my sleeping pills back at home in North Carolina. I could go find a substitute at a grocery or drug store, but I flew down there and didn't have a car. But ah ha! The coworker I was bunking with DID have a car, as luck would have it. I persuaded with her to let me borrow the car so that I could find sweet release from this crippling insomnia.
Tired, cranky, and on unfamiliar streets in a town I'd never been in before, I found a Walgreens that was only open because they had extended hours for Christmas shoppers (because you buy all your x-mas gifts at drugstores, right?). Wearily, I dragged myself into the store, and found the items I needed. As I was slowly shuffling out, I saw it...... . .
There it was.. just hanging there on a hook like it was nothing. Like this was just a normal, everyday occurrence. The ChapStick Hydration Lock with that slight, sweet vanilla taste and the moisturizing powerhouse of a formula I had been searching for.
"These South Floridians have no idea of the treasure they have here. They probably take this for granted while I hang out back in the mountains of North Carolina with the ice and snow and bears and chapped lips that go along with winter in non-tropical climates," I thought to myself.
I gathered half a dozen boxes off that tiny hook that night, and happily carried them to the counter with a spring in my step. The cashier remarked on how much I 'must love that product.' She has no idea. How could she.. blessed every day with that salty, temperate climate that doesn't make your lips crack and ache. I do love it.
I'm happy to report that now, two years later, I live in a tropical climate, myself. And my local Walgreens carries this specific ChapStick variety on the regular.