Drenched in tequila and dusted with cinnamon sugar, Bat Outta Hell takes that sweet carnival comfort and drags it straight through the underworld. The frosting’s silky, the burn’s smooth, and the finish? Pure chaos wrapped in buttercream. It’s the kind of dessert that shows up late, flirts with danger, and disappears before dawn — leaving nothing but glitter and guilt in its wake. Sweet, smoky, and a little possessed, this one doesn’t fly — it dives straight into temptation.
