An opossum, under a stump, with a forge I rebuilt from scraps.
The Borelords figured out how to make candy with no candy in it. Numbers, dyes, corn syrup, the works, and everyone forgot what the real stuff tastes like.
I didn't. So I make it. That's the whole job.
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.
