When I was a kid in KJV-only fundie Baptist land, one of my Sunday School teachers was dead serious about a "new perfume" that was being sold to "rich New Yorkers" made from pressed aborted fetuses. I can pinpoint that exact moment to the beginning of my slow decline in faith.

if you're going to press a fetus you better let it age in an oak cask for a couple years if you want that rich peaty flavor

"What's keeping Joan Rivers alive?"

What a crock of shit, the only Aborted Fetus Perfume worth a dime is made by sundrying the fetuses thoroughly crisp, grinding them into a powder and then using that for an alcohol based infusion, strain, repeat.

i got some dead babies i can put on your face grandma...
there, i said so you wouldnt have to, you're welcome