For the mum who is sweet…
until she isn’t.
Caramilk. Golden. Slightly unhinged.
Choc coated biscoff shards bringing the crunch and the chaos.
Soft. Fudgy. With that crackle top that means business.
Sweet enough to fix her mood.
Crunchy enough to warn you not to push it.
This isn’t dessert, it’s a boundary.
Buy it for mum…
then don’t ask her for anything.
No sharing. No negotiations.
