He’s not here for pumpkin spice — he’s here for the ritual. This darkly seductive cupcake blends velvety pumpkin and warm autumn spice with a hit of vodka that burns slow and sinful. Topped with a flicker of buttercream flame and a grin carved by hand, The Carver doesn’t whisper fall comfort — he grins while he cuts it open. Every bite is a slow descent into sweet corruption: soft, spiced, and laced with just enough liquor to make you question your choices. This isn’t dessert. It’s a confession disguised as a cupcake.
