PERSONALIZĒTAS BIZNESA DĀVANAS

What's inside (2x4): blackcurrant, almond-cinnamon, cranberry, rhubarb-peppermint

What's inside (2x8):
gooseberry-cloves, strawberry, almond-cinnamon, cranberry,
rhubarb-peppermint, coffee, blackcurrant, rowanberry

What's inside (2x4)
quince-pumpkin,
apple-caramel,
blue plum, blackcurrant

What's inside (2x4)
quince-pumpkin,
apple-caramel,
blue plum, blackcurrant

What's inside (2x8)
quince-pumpkin,
apple-caramel,
blue plum, nut, blackcurrant, cherry, rey-bread and cranberry, rowanberry

What's inside (2x8)
quince-pumpkin,
apple-caramel,
blue plum, nut, blackcurrant, cherry, rey-bread and cranberry, rowanberry

I’m wearing a white dress. And white shoes, way too big for me. You are in black, with a bunch of flowers in your pocket. We have a wooden chapel and a lot of guests. Thomas is a priest, Anna’s holding the veil. Toy animals and dolls are seated on boxes, no, benches. Cranberries and copped white chocolate is on the menu. We are seven and it’s our wedding. The feeling of play and love – it’s captured in The Veil Truffle.

You had no idea how often I watched you in your sleep. How I pressed my head to you, to hear you breathing. You had the prettiest hair and, oh, how I loved the tip of your nose! You argued with me and sang songs to me, blew on my knee and hugged me so hard… and loved me so much. You are my mom. In this chocolate truffle are captured the moments when I watched you sleeping and dreaming. This is my and your Dream Truffle.

A warm, heady summer afternoon. The rain is coming – the sky so strikingly still and the birds, dragonflies and butterflies have fallen silent. It feels like a usual day. I’m on the terrace with all my loved ones. Such a bright moment of peace when everything’s already been and everything is still ahead. My summer. Captured in a fruit truffle. The Vacation Truffle.

It wasn’t our first or even the tenth night. It was when we were sitting by the fireplace and the snow was up to the window sills. You were telling me a thousand and one fairy tales. And I loved you so much, with your checkered sweater, ruffled hair and sheepskin slippers. My beloved husband, we both taste like halvah! Like secrets, intimacy and fairy tales. It’s all captured here, in The Night Truffle.

Under the foliage of a huge rowan tree and lanterns in the park. On the bench, with people rushing by us, their faces hidden. With your fingertips, you touched the corners of my lips, so lightly. I was totally, madly… in love. The twilight was so sweet and so bitter. My first love. Captured in this rowanberry truffle. The First Touch Truffle.

It was just the two of us. Me and my darling grandma. I was allowed to stay up late. To cuddle up with her and listen, and whisper my secrets. We chatted about first love and how I would grow up, about the dreams, hers and mine. The smell of apples and cinnamon, the warmth and depth of that night is captured in this apple truffle. The Late-Night Truffle.

I am sitting on the bench. It feels so hard, I can’t seem to keep my eyes open and my woolen skirt stings. My dad has brought me to the concert, to Mozart. I can smell him – he smells like trees, pines, and spices. And then the sounds start crawling out from violins, piano, and basses. Dad furtively gives me a chocolate covered nut. I close my eyes. Daddy, that’s who you are… That moment is captured in this nut truffle. The Mozart Truffle.

We are on the road! I’m glued to the window as the sights are flashing by. Road signs with names in other, strange, languages. I’m gazing at the faces and imagining they have come from a different planet. My mom is giving them pumpkins and quince, something to wonder at. I get a chocolate. From abroad. My first foreign trip – it is captured here, in The Guest Truffle.