Sweetarts Hearts Gummies smell as good in the package as Junior Mints do in the box,
but the tangy aroma permeates the plastic bag and stays longer than stink on a dog (in a good way). (If there is a good way for stink to stay on a dog.)
What struck me about the weighty gummies was how well they kept on a road trip and how, when trying to chew the formidable pieces, they could change into any flavor your, wait for it, heart desires.
I guess they're tart pink and purple flavor. I pretended the purple was sugar plumb.
Didn't care for them at first, and found the hearts too heavy—ha—and bland, but you only need a few to satisfy a sugar craving—some of you—and they do not go stale easily, if at all, no matter how long you leave them forgotten in a bag somewhere after a photo shoot.
It surprised me when I started to think how good one would taste if only I could remember where I left them. The substantial pieces blend tart and sweet in an underwhelming, subtle way, seem indestructible, and present a pretty, fragrant gummi bouquet.
I have to say that I love all the photos you post! Miss you, lady! We need a catch up session! Is Jimbo still blogging? He's been quiet lately.
ReplyDeleteHey, Lady C.! I miss you too. It's been a little too much with the all the blue hair drama, but finally getting back on track with the Curtain which is a Blogger site now. Word Press has its advantages, but soooverymuch spam and too finicky.
ReplyDeleteI think James stopped blogging some time ago.
Will come to you now.