Opened up my taste buds in a bright new way. Each little colored bundle of joy lifts you up and carefully cushions your fall. Each one has a distinctive vibe of its own.
The Pistachio: light and nutty, although I hate the taste of pistachio.
The Rosée: reminding you of the rosé water your grandmother used with the traditional meghlé servings.
The Chocolate: sweet and divine, glorious on its own, an overdose of heavy brown.
The Framboise: you can feel the péppines tickling your tongue through three layers of love.
The Vanilla *oh the vanilla* you see it extracted, whisked, flavored, seasoned, topped, finished, served, tasted, gobbled down, filling you with passion you’re too ashamed to accept you have.
So much joy fills me and drips down my glass of desire when I get these. OH MY.