Whenever I was sick as a young lad, my mom/lola/tita grabbed efficascent oil and rubbed it on my body, making me smell like… efficascent oil. From stomach aches to stab wounds, efficascent oil is usually the first thing a lola reaches for in her bag of healing powers. “Butangan ug epikasent oil,” she’d say like a wise, old, majestic tree. (Bisaya-english translation: Give him more cowbell. I mean efficascent oil).
The smell of it is so potent that when I was in elementary school, kids would give me odd looks and call me “minty freshness”; the term “tart-fart” was used when I had LBM (loose bowel movement or “the shits”).
Buy a bottle or two today!
