I created sour candy as we know it. That's not a boast. It's simply a fact I enjoy saying out loud.
Two goofy "influencers" stumbled through one of my portals one day and never found their way back out. They've been helping me build SourBoys ever since. KallMeKris and Oompaville — I'm told those are their legal names. I've decided not to ask follow-up questions.
They handle the shipping and the "marketing." I make the candy. We all agree my job is the important one. I agree the loudest.
Free to play. Free to RUN. And if you're good enough, free candy through the portal. I'm not making this easy, but I AM making it worth it.
Colors from vegetables and fruit. No artificial dyes, no synthetic flavor.
Less sugar than the big sour brands, same pucker.
Made the slow way, by hand, because it's the only way it comes out right.
Look, I'm an opossum. I'm good at flavor, terrible at logistics. So there's a crew on your side that handles the parts I can't: the kettles, the boxes, the actually-getting-it-to-your-door.
Caleb started the whole mess. Got scammed, went broke, almost lost it, kept going anyway.
Kristina runs it with him now. Then there's Clint, Michael, Forrest, the ones who taught themselves to make candy out of textbooks when everything was on fire and quitting would've been the smart move.
No investors. No middlemen. Just stubborn humans who refused to make the bad stuff. I respect that. It's basically my whole personality.
