Some you'll recognize. Two of them are here to make sure nothing about this collection tastes safe. Read them slowly — they were written that way.

Santa Barbara Strawberry

Picked twenty minutes up the coast. Pretends it grew up in Provence — and gets away with it because the strawberries here, in June, are louder than anything a French market can offer.
Ripe · jammy · honest

Orange Curd

Breakfast on a Riviera terrace, in macaron form. Sharper than you think — the curd is built around real juice and zest, not the candy-orange shortcut. The kind of bright you only get before noon.
Bright · zesty · sunlit

Peach Jam

An August market in Avignon, captured at the moment the fruit gives up. The peaches go in soft, slow-cooked, with almost nothing added. What you taste is the afternoon they came from.
Slow · honeyed · drowsy

Passionfruit

The sharp surprise that keeps the afternoon awake. Equatorial, electric, a little rude — the flavor that walks in halfway through the box and changes the conversation.
Tropical · electric · clean

Violet Flower & White Chocolate

Built around the candied violets of Toulouse, the way a confiserie in 1925 would have built them. Soft white chocolate underneath, because some flavors are easier to fall for slowly. This one will go first — past summers, it always does.
Floral · powdery · romantic

Yuzu & Dark Chocolate

The modern half of Été. A Japanese citrus sharp enough to cut through 70% dark — and the wink that keeps the rest of the box from sounding like a costume drama. The grown-up one. The one people come back for.
Citrus · bitter · grown-up