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Blueberry
Our blueberry syrup doesn’t just flirt with your senses—it goes all in. Think ripe, juicy berries making eyes at you across the kitchen, then pulling you closer with a whisper of green cardamom, a teasing touch of ginger, a brush of sage, and that cool minty exhale that lingers just a little too long.
This isn’t your high-school sweetheart; this is the one who shows up unannounced with a bottle of bubbles and a smile that says trouble. Stir it into a spritz, swirl it into lemonade, or let it crash your next gin cocktail. You can even drizzle it over pancakes—because we both know you like breakfast to feel a little…naughty.
One sip and you’ll swear blueberry never tasted this grown-up. Or this tempting. Or this willing to send your heart racing while pretending it’s all perfectly innocent. Go ahead—invite a little mischief into your glass. Your ex can stay bitter; you’ve got better things to sip.
Looking for cocktail inspiration? Try these refreshing drink recipes made with Bitter Ex Blueberry Syrup!
Potential allergens or sensitivities: blueberries, lemon, vanilla, ginger, cardamom, mint, sage, citric acid, malic acid
Here, There Are Blueberries
By Mary Szybist
When I see the bright clouds, a sky empty of moon and stars, I wonder what I am, that anyone should note me.
Here there are blueberries, what should I fear?
Here there is bread in thick slices, of whom should I be afraid?
Under the swelling clouds, we spread our blankets.
Here in this meadow, we open our baskets
to unpack blueberries, whole bowls of them,
berries not by the work of our hands, berries not by the work of our fingers.
What taste the bright world has, whole fields without wires, the blackened moss, the clouds
swelling at the edges of the meadow. And for this, I did nothing, not even wonder.
You must live for something, they say.
People don't live just to keep on living.
But here is the quince tree, a sky bright and empty.
Here there are blueberries, there is no need to note me.